Calosha Gomes

I only have two hands and sometimes wish,
I had four.
Would help get things done and
meet the pace of my own mind.

So many things and only two hands,
grateful for every minute and
every pedestal, I was placed on,
I climbed with my angels.

I am moving in the shadows to get heard,
one soul at a time.
Not to pop off with a single strike.
I come around once and
make more difference than
a century could do.

This comes from more than
confidence.
More than, how I think.
More than, how I breathe.

I wish I could explain where it all comes from. You’ll have to step into my shoes and
be me for a day,
take my brain and
my anxieties and
fears and
prayers too.

Only then will you see,
how I am almost on the edge,
while I carry this torch of faith and hope,       that I carry for you and I.
So, we both can more than survive.