by Bobby Coles

Created on: April 05, 2009   Last Updated: May 11, 2012

Boiling point reached a couple of stressors ago

Seems as though you're in a self-induced prison

Nowhere to turn to, nowhere to run and hide

From your overwhelmed exile you have not yet risen

You need to take the time to realize the end may be in sight

Sometime soon, you'll return to an even keel

When you feel as though life has thrown too much your way

Understand that time will eventually help you to heal

Tired, tattered, and beaten black and blue

Controller of your destiny, your fate you have helmed

Crestfallen, you rise up above and persevere

Nevertheless, you have become overwhelmed

Seems as though you are always on duty

Slaving time and a half for the boss

It begins to crush any of your remaining spirit

You spin out of control in a constant state of loss

When enough is enough, you need to stand tall

Do not succumb to pressure, stare it down

Look around at the reasons for your happiness

The jewels that lie about your crown

In the game of life, you have just come to bat

Life throws you the odd curveball that you miss

Stand up tall and be accounted for

Other times you wake up to find a fleeting kiss

Deep within a world of dastardly deeds

Resultant of thoughts rapacious, and hatred vile

Stems the faint yet flickering hope

Lying hidden amidst a baby's illuminating smile

Paying it forward, and extending a conciliatory hand

Needs be done sincerely and graciously

Myriads of opposing thoughts and beliefs

Nary a scattered mind around acting sagaciously

Rest assured good triumphs over evil

But sadly, that isn't always the case

Sometimes nefarious things occur

With bad guys victorious in the chase

What is it about happiness and purity

And a civility towards all mankind

That seems so eerily perplexing

Rendering people obliviously blind

Let us commit to positive changes

We will achieve this person by person

If we do not adhere to societal needs

I fear this grave situation may only worsen

Yearning for leadership that is steadfast

Is something desired by the next generation?

What they wish to lack in their rearing

Is this loathsome dread of consternation?

Raise your young optimistically

Negativity they should see but scarce traces

Raise them to openly display honour

And to observe proper social graces

One man cannot change the world

But he can contribute his fair share

To aid in the remedy of the human race

Because of this, for our children we need to care

Things will always happen that will leave you sour

Being overwhelmed certainly is not an easy task

When it seems as though you are mired in a cold shower

Do not pity me, but please make certain to ask

Being overwhelmed happens to us all

Seems to knock you staggering to the floor

That feeling is no stranger to most

Lose the odd battle, but always win the war

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