Riding out.

I know when my strings are pulled.
I know you need the lift,
But the tugging tends to tear, rip,
And there’s nothing left to gift.
I cannot deliver what you want,
Perhaps not what you need,
I have my own heart to take care of,
My own soul to feed.
I will do my best, in honesty,
But I don’t think you’ll think it enough.
I am riding out this journey,
But you need to know it will be tough.