Hold On

There’s a longing in my heart that’s been speaking up,

A student with an insecure voice.

Who raises her hand – will the teacher see me?

Or will he prefer another choice?

There’s a restlessness inside me that’s gaining strength,

Like a horse birthed to stand right on up.

Who wobbles on legs freshly kissed with cool air,

Will she submit to the bully in stirrups?

There’s a tiredness in my soul that needs refreshing,

Like a sand-heavy towel from the beach.

That I shake and throw to release every grain,

Will a strong wind expand its reach?

There’s an output of energy that need restoring,

I’m a famished woman in need of a steak,

Longing and restlessness…refresh and restore,

How long is it until Spring Break?