I stand here and look at all of you.
You who judge me, criticize me, and act like you know me.
I stand here with blistered hands that are sore from catching all that falls upon me.
With blistered hands I kneel down to pray every night to ask why I have to feel this pain, why I need these trials.
With blistered hands I still reach and grasp onto things and people I should let go of.
My hands are always open reaching for what I need most..
My hands and body ache for me to release.
My body whispers "Relax...don't give in, and just let go."
At the end of each prayer I thank God for letting me still survive and thrive!
I stand here not afraid of what you think of me anymore.
My feet are tired, my hands are bleeding, and my body aches.
So don't think standing here is easy; standing here is the hardest thing I've ever done.
But here I stand holding my hands out and my held head high because I'm not scares anymore and I'm ready to let go.
