Poem #5: How to Live

The spaces between my thoughts

tell me I need to relax

to slow down

to take a moment for me

but my thoughts speed up instead.

The muscles between my fingers

tell me I need to stop working

because they are beginning to ache

from unnecessary pressure

but my fingers move faster instead.

The love between my heart

tell me to open up

to let people in

to let emotion move through me

but the hate builds instead.

If I cannot know peace

If I cannot know relaxation

If I cannot know love

how will I live?