rest

You say “come to me,

All who are weary,

And I will give you rest”.

So I come to you,

But I don’t know what to do,

To get this burden off of my chest.

I continue to choke,

Under a different yoke.

What is it that still pulls me down?

These things that I carry,

They continue to bury,

And weigh me deep into the ground.

I want to grab hold,

Of the courage, the bold,

But my grip must be too weak.

For try as I may,

It just slips away,

And once again I get knocked off my feet. 

I know there’ll be peace,

If I can ever release,

This weight that continues to bind me.

I don’t mean to do this,

I try to refuse it,

Somehow it still manages to find me.

I wish I knew,

How to give it to you,

The pressure continues to stack.

How do I let go,

Of the worry in tow?

I need you to take it off of my back.