Hold on

Bryn Evans • November 26, 2024

Chapter Tags: Literary Arts, Philosophy

Let it go,
they say,
Gently,
they say,
Just gently release it.
And though I hear them,
I simply can’t oblige.

If only they knew why.
They do not know.
They do not understand the energy
Subconsciously, coercively, I consume
Against my better judgment,
To stay alert.

Exhausting while resting,
Eating away at my body's budget
A secure surveillance system is expensive.
Knuckles, eyes, chalky white,
Unflinching, unblinking.

Hold on,
I tell myself, hold on.
My muscles dutifully engage,
Every fibre coiling tighter around itself,
Suffocating
the danger,
Ready to flee
From whatever it may be.

For it will come.
My body can feel it.
And then I will be grateful
That I stayed alert all this time.
It will come.
It has to.