Hold On
At times I think my sanity is in question.
Does anyone else feel that way?
I stumble around, losing direction,
not knowing what to do or say.
Life isn't easy, I don't expect it to be.
But the burden can be too much.
I feel that fate is out to get me,
and everything is way out of touch.
I look around for something to hold on to,
until I can stop spinning around.
What it could be, I have not a clue.
So I give up the search and prepare to hit the ground.
I feel myself spiralling down
and recall an old song, "She's Come Undone".
I feel that I am tied up and bound,
or all that I want to do is run.
It is that I don't know what to do,
when my surroundings close in on me.
I try to hang on till it is through,
And let it be what it will be.
Maybe in time when I am stronger,
I can stand my ground and fight
I don't want to feel trapped any longer,
I will grab life and hold on tight.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2018
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