Too Late

Every time you don’t see me, someone else does

Every time you don’t listen, somebody actually hears me

Every time you don’t notice what I’m saying, there’s a person who wants to

Every time you don’t take the time, someone is more than willing to.


Each time you don’t care, I have someone holding my heart

Each time you skip over my story, I know it matters to someone else

Each time you’re distracted, I remember I’m worth something more to another

Each time you forget me, I am on someone else’s mind.


Every time you could’ve tried to understand, someone else did their best to get it

Every time you should’ve given me a chance, somebody wants me more than you do

Every time you didn’t learn about me, another person asked to

Every time you gave up, someone fought for me.


Looks like I’m the lucky one.


A body is the house for the soul

But is your soul at home in you?

Is it where your soul can rest?

Is it where you dwell in peace?

Or fight for a place to exist?

Is it where you are accepted?

Or can’t find a spot at the table?

Is your body welcoming to your soul?

Is your mind affirming to your heart?

Can everything inside be one, integrated?

Can there be a way to fully exist within, whole?

Is every part included and united as who you are?

When you win that battle, every other fight is manageable.