The Invisible Hand

Being scrubbed from the inside out

Energy settling in from all around

The only direction to flow is down?

Experiences to learn, sometimes feel like drown…ing

Shown how to float, I shall not gloat

It’s not as easy as I show it, when I’m alone sometimes I don’t glow…so…

I draw from my own well

Call it a gift from heaven, maybe hell

I still feel the love never to fail…only stumbling a bit so I do spit, words…

Personal hell, personal jesus skits, that’s the only hell I can see…

‘Cause the devil ain’t so scary, peeking ’round the corner at me

Your eyes I did see, you don’t scare me

Tired of missing other versions of myself…my life’s been put on a shelf

Collecting dust and webs of sorts…feeling like the Knox of forts!

By Thais Bosworth

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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