Doing Fine

I’ve always known
That things grow slow
They take their time
And strengthen ties
Between their modes…
I know i’m doing fine without your help
Growing up like a vine, despite the signs
That try to turn me on my side
It’s hard to reach out
When your made to feel left out
At every turn
An obstacle burns
That tests the strength, of vines that you’ve made
I know i’m doing fine, but i need help
To grow up like a vine, with strength i’ll find
In myself, to branch and hold on… tight
I know i’m doing fine, but i need
To grow up and be fine