Everytime

I've been lost,

lost in the darkness.

I slip between my own fingers,

loose sight of my purpose.

My thoughts overwhelm me and they take me away like a rip tide.

Taking me further and further out to sea.

Sucking me into the darkness and away from land... away from safety.

Then you come in and save me.

Everytime.

You tell me it's not a riptide,

that I can stand up and I'm not sinking

The weight of my thoughts had me gasping for air... but you breathed life back into me.

I'm grateful for having you to clasp my hand and pull me out of the deep thoughts that entrap me.

With you I'm not trapped, I'm loved, safe, and home.

I finally see the light because of your often underappreciated persistence.

You always try to love me even when I reject the affection.

My well-being often depends on you and the endless weight I carry.

You take it off of my weak shoulders and hold it all.

Maybe my weight is what makes your back spasm and bones ache.

Your pain is recorded over like a reused tape.

But each time I need you, you still re-record.