Hangin'

Trying to hang on 

but a little at a time

the rope unravels

and starts to unwind.

I reach up to grab

another desperate strand

but it seems that I'm closer

to crashin' onto land

I hear the wind blowin

 all there is 'cept the clouds

all alone in the foggy mist

rain drops the only crowd

I think it would be better

if in darkness I would dangle

cause I couldn't see my fate

and imagine myself mangled.

The openness is killing me

please God just let me hide

inside the sun, the moon, the clouds

incognito among the tides.

Not here exposed and vulnerable

just ripe for the taking

waiting for the hawks and vultures

this plea I am making.

Will there come a time

somehow, somewhere, someday

where I will feel safe and sound

what's it take, oh Lord I pray? 

I promise to do my best

to hang on, I really will

but just sometimes, asap

let my spirit feel quiet and still. 

AMEN