When you're at an end

Getting up doesn't happen
While you're held down.
You don't just burst through
The weighty hand of the Almighty.
You bide your time,
You look for holes.
You shift your weight,
Get comfortable -
Make yourself a snack.
Decorate the inside
Of God's hand
With posters.
Tell him all the things
You're pissed about.
He knows
But it'll help you.
Every once in a while
You should test the walls -
Give them a poke.
And then
When you're ready


Look down.
Gaze at the small things.
Build a new world
From the things you took for granted.
Spend some time
With the ants that colonize your footprint.
Breathe a sigh
And feel the tiny universe
Quiver along with you.
Rest.