Life On Hold.....
Always on the verge
of what is to come.
Waiting for that feeling
of peace when it's done.
I'm holding my breath,
but I can't let it out.
No sense of release,
I can't cry, I can't shout.
This feeling of dread,
it just won't stop.
Like I'm always waiting
for the other shoe to drop.
I'm standing on the sidelines,
and my life is the game.
A no-win situation
that always ends the same.
The tension I feel
just keeps growing, and growing.
The wear and tear of this stress
on my body is showing.
Never finding peace,
no sense of relief.
What I would give for some rest,
no matter how brief.
Waking in the morning
feeling rested, serene.
Embracing a day
where my slate is wiped clean.
Oh, what a great day
that one would be.
A day to exhale,
and enjoy being me.
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