i hold on, i do

i hold on, i do

things seem a bit stale,
tasty, but been on the shelf too long.
the summer's sun may help.
expectations seem like buzz killers
... or is that wisdom?
sunny side up or half glass empty?
each day i decide,
sometimes the wrong side of the bed i wake.
thank god, always, for another day.

the heart of a child
... holding on,
praying not to be left behind.
the pureness those eyes see,
the simplicities they love, constantly
and it's freshness remains.

i awake in your arms,
with hope, i hold on, i do.
these new nerves are starting
to build a fortress and
bridge throughout,
frantically;
calm me
help me to see peace
encircle it around me.
i want my eyes to see it,
my hands to hold it
so that my heart may give it.