Monday, December 22, 2014

.Thinking to Myself.

God, I feel like a rubber band that's being stretched too tight. It's my job to hold everything together but no matter how strong I've been eventually it's going to become too much. If I snap everything will be scattered to hell and back; but if I show weakness, I'll get thrown away. There's no room for weakness.

If I could just rest for a little while...will you help me hold it together? Unwind me for a bit, just one wrap or two and I'll come back as strong as ever. Should I break, though, the pieces will be mine and mine alone to pick up.

There ain't no rest for the wicked, but I promise I'll be good.

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