Trembling For Control
Control;
intangible, silent, and unstable.
Yet simple to grasp
if only I carried the strength in my hands.
The left
hand.
The irony lies within the fact
"if only I carried the strength in my hands".
When the lack of control is buried in the hands.
Deep and cold.
It trembles while on a treasure hunt
to find an "X" over a chest of control filled to the top.
So close
and then the map is torn.
Where to begin if success becomes failure
every
single
time.