Does it hover over you too?
Did it perch and lay in wait?
Does it surface after a trigger?
Taking something small and painting it bigger.
The party you didn't choose to attend.
The feeling you didn't choose to send.
The race of a heart while sitting still.
Reality distorted from what's faux and what's real.
A line we walk that they don't know.
A thing we carry and can not throw.
We choose today to stand and transcend,
To feel the sun and win again.