Narcissistic Fret

I am walking in light

true the soul deems it night

my hands slightly clinched

not fully but pinched

my feet oh but soiled

barren, labored & toiled

weary are the limbs

how the spirit grows dim

fear is the overtake

true, joy is hard to create

when dismay is the cycle

vicious & a monotonous while

not a break in the glass

though this too shall pass

an even plain

tired and drained

wistful and discontent

the past a dismal sentiment

a brick wall, a tough spot

moving forward she was not

but the ache in one's heart

tattered, torn & apart

there's no way to describe

one's longing inside

like a narcissistic fret,

we too often forget

peering upon the choice of life

we commonly wallow in strife

for in danger He waits

as we carefully dictate

we say what we will

our life stuck in the thrill

the fall is close by

as we try and we try

His hand so close

but we continue to boast

a selfish attempt

to make all things fit

a worrying case

of an endless chase

as we run and we pant

we forget that we can't

our hand shall not fix

His will got lost in the mix

a narcissistic fret is all that we are

never really getting that far

our fret & our fear can soon be His glory

as we hand over the keys and give Him our story