arms that hold us back

lately I've been down... every one is down so I don't claim special sobbing privileges.
I wrote another cheesy poem, so here is my pitiful excuse for a heart felt post.
loving you all from Rio

Take us away from this cynical race
who's worry and fear are most prominently traced
by deep set wrinkles on a young face

Make us believe once again. in human hearts and honest men
open the poisoned clouds to a sky that's blue
the crowning trophy for all we've been through

and if possible
trade in every damp pillow for arms that hold us back
let the will to prevail make up for all the courage we lack

I have ended my search for mythical relics
Gaiety is but an arrow, a streak of light in the dark
propelled by the laws of physics
it's wistful flight ends buried in the heart

So say nothing more of fleeting joy, she is a moment here and gone the next
my hands seek something to employ, let me toil genuinely
for a common monument
So that it may be said of me
and this without regret
"she engaged to struggle endlessly, and we are better for it".

mClay