Water Me

I used to think these hands were only meant for giving 

For holding the good of the world between my arms

For writing my sorrows away

But when I fell through the cracks, I couldn’t pull myself out 

Because these hands wanted to be held more than anything 

Because what if this temple needed watering just as much as the next?

Water me 

My roots are drying up

Water me 

My leaves are falling apart 

 Water me 

I haven’t seen the sun in days  

I needed a village

I needed my faith 

I needed time 

I honor my progress 

Some days are harder than the last 

But I know god doesn’t give us anything we can’t handle 

It’s okay to struggle 

It’s okay to ask for help 

It’s okay to be human