Claims

Where is my art in this
Can I lay claim to thy pain?

A transplant seeded in rich soil
Is this my little spot to stay

Whose stunted but determined
Whose growth do I owe this to

The right question is what can I do
But the better question is what can I hold

What can I handle and is that even mine

I say yes this is the best I can do
And what matters is giving it all back

Breath if in and send it out
Little room for doubtless

Doubtfull, no doubt
I will slip up. As we all do