It Is Out Of My Hands

Just something I had to get out of my head, if only for a little while, to ease the stress that's filling me inside.

This situation I am in,

It scares me so...

The decision is out of my hands,

I'll be fine,  I know.

We'll be fine,

I know this is true...

But it hurts so much,

I haven't a clue what to do.

I may lose a part of myself,

When their decision is made.

I wonder how many people,

Will come to our aid?

I can't keep a strong front,

Not any more...

I'll break down crying,

If they show me the door.

This is my career, my life,

And my livelihood on the line...

Despite what they tell us,

Nothing about this is fine.

The stress and fear,

It is eating us alive...

Why must brothers and sisters fight,

To continue to survive?

This reality I may be forced to rejoin,

Threatens to tear humanity apart...

There is nothing good,

In this manner of a new start.

Thrown back into a world,

Where camaraderie no longer exists. 

How many of us,

Siblings of war, continue to persist?

I can barely handle it,

There are many in worse shape...

What are we to do,

On the other side of the tape?

 

03/4/2014

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You are so right. There are things in our hands and some are out of them...A splendid poem...Thank you for penning...:).........

[Arrinae]

I'm glad you like this. I was actually very stessed and in the middle of a small breakdown when I wrote it.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:)................