Outlines

Trace the other hand
Gotta hold the pen tight
Keep the breath steady
Get the outline right
I was deep in texts heavy
I was outside typing
I was inside reading
When the skies poured lightning
Started floating up
When I let go of the space
Anchored in my palm
I started bleeding faith
Gave grace gave love
I gave myself away
Took off the braces
I shifted back painful
Changes couldn't see em like angels
So many wrinkled pages
But in the end grateful
For the mistakes the pain the chains on my ankles
That hate so strong but the material is nature
Repurpose it for something that could make me feel thankful
If I destroyed it and forgot it id move back
Same songs same places same wrongs
Same difference but the weight gone
The fork stuck on the wrong side of the plate
The use of fingerfoods wasn't always in my face
Taught me to say what I didn't wanna say
What never came from the hands easy was praise
But thats ok im not my fathersun no hate today
No death around me no war in my day
Not gonna get lost in this space
Between creation have to find another way
To live without a finger pointing back in my face
Trace backwards to find my true place
Im ready
Im sorry