The Weight Of Him
I don’t know what is wrong with me,
Why I can’t just set him free.
Why my joy begins and ends
With thoughts of him I can’t defend.
He lives in every breath I take,
Each dawn and dusk, each dream I make.
He’s there before I close my eyes,
And when I wake, he’s in the skies.
I’m tired of love I can’t reveal,
Of hiding all the things I feel.
Of fearing all that might go wrong,
While holding silence for so long.
I’m weary of this quiet ache,
Of giving more than I can take.
Of loving him from far away,
And losing sleep day after day.
I want to speak, to let him know,
But dread the storm that it may sow.
Still, he’s the spark within my soul,
The only thing that makes me whole.
He is the meaning in my pain,
The shelter in my fiercest rain.
He is the reason I hold on—
The light that lingers when hope’s gone.
