Shake The Dust

This one,

This is for the chatterboxes who have lisps.

This is for the bikini wearers with big hips.

And for the red light that isn’t good enough to be green.

This is for the innocent who are proven guilty, and for the innocent who need to be proved.

For the girl who loves him who loves a different her.

And for the big sisters who’s little sisters are prettier than them.

Shake the dust.

This one is for the doormats and for those who feel like they need to walk all over them.

For the team who wasn’t supposed to win, and didn’t.

This is for everyone that is wrong, but is actually right.

Shake the dust.

This is for the only kid out of the group that got caught.

For the guy who just couldn’t get the clue.

And for the traffic directors who have better things to do.

This is for the old people who’s bodies make more sounds than a truck.

And for the popcorn machine that gives and gives and gives, and the only thing that comes back to it, it gives.

For those who pour their broken hearts into yet another waste.

Shake the dust.

This is for those who use their hands for hearing and dogs for seeing, wheels for legs and for those who have to beg.

Shake the dust.

This is for those who had one they loved, then lost. And lost. And lost. And lost.

Shake the dust.

This is for the rich, the poor, even the mediocre.

Shake the dust.

This is for everyone out there who has dust to shake, and dust collects everywhere so everyone will take their turn to shake.

My dust collects at different times than your dust.

Eventually your dust will need to be shaken again. And again. And again.

So when the fire has worked its way down the match and is about to burn you with its flame, shake it.

Shake it.

And the relief will overwhelm you when you throw the match away, knowing that you just threw away your stress, struggles, trials and fears.

So shake it away, then again another day.