get up

let it out
let it go
get crazed
do not let days pass you by with
a bottle of fermenting suicide
brewing in your gut
get up
get out
leave the drought to the farmers
we are children of the clouds
grow heavy with held breath
though we look like softness
we are collections of the wet
haven't you seen how tears resemble raining
and how storms look like
grieving?

Clouds would not be
if not for the heaving changes
wash yourself clean
let your sky-body empty itself
be grateful for your physical health
though the mental may be locked up
it is not your time yet, so
let it out
let it go
get up and know yourself
lets these waters nourish
let growing pain hurt
this flourishing life must
stretch its muscles and
breathe.