Hold Here

No expiring 

Wearing thin

Wheels haven’t left the track and that’s tiring 

Before I can begin

The engine has exhausted and isn’t firing 

Wonder when

I find time to spend admiring 

The body of work I’ve put in, 

I can find it inspiring 

But not enough to win

Other times I can find it conspiring. 

Full of myself but empty within

Vacancy; looking for more, I’m hiring 

Just give me a min

Can’t stand the expectations I’m acquiring 

Getting under my skin

I expect it to stop requiring 

Bridging gaps I’ve yet to fill in

Thoughts drain through eyes perspiring 

Negative self-dialogue, take it on the chin.

I don’t like the way I’m inquiring

My anger transpiring

Inside of fear.

Reaper off my doorstep but he stays near

Always afraid to let go but won’t steer 

Am I worthy of such a burden to hold dear 

In placement of fear

I’m reaching out to you, hold here.

Reaching out, hold here. 

Lord, I’m reaching again,

Hold Here.