Stand Still

This is for the jailers, the dreamers, the gleamers. This is for the ocean-viewers, the bird-watchers, the star-gazers. This is for those who haven't gained the courage to rise, to make eye contact, to stand strong with shoulders back.

Stand Still.

This is for the empty memories. This is for the dusty shelves. This is for those who fight, for those who want to fight, but are too busy aquainting their eyes with the ground.This is for the bookworms who are too busy trying to live their lives through the fictional lives of others, that they never live for themselves.

Stand Still.

This is for the aspiring creators. This is for the unacknowledged artist. This is for the anorexics who have nonexistent confidence in themselves. This is for the awkward teens who haven't found themselves. Yet.

Stand Still.

This is for the stubby arm that can't yet reach far enough over the counter, but reaches easily into the hearts of others. This is for the stumbling one year old, who is still trying to get their feet under them. This is for the laid-off father. This is for the divorced family, for the breaking hearts.

Stand Still.

This is for the beaten girlfriend. For the small-town basketball team. This is for the crying mother. This is for the raging protestor. This is for the unclaimed orphans. This is for the lost, the hopeless, the hopefull. This is for the sad fairytail ending. This is for the happily-ever-after-couple.

Stand Still. Stand still and know, that the next day will come. That the sun will rise and sweep it's shining rays across the desert and the rainforest alike. Stand still and know that you have power within yourself, that you can make a change, that you can make a difference whether it be in the lives of just one person or the lives of a nation, you make a difference. Stand still and know that power emanates from your stored potential. Let the world fall silent around you and reach inside. Weild your potential.

So Stand Still.

This is for you.