Hold me tightly

Speak to me softly

I’m going to places I’ve never been before

With myself, I’m not so sure

I don’t feel the same as I did yesterday

When I believed I could win any day

Grab my hand

And take me back to my land

Where all was right with me

People are starting to see through me

The scared little boy

The world’s play toy

I remember when I was unbeatable

Now I don’t feel like I can set the table

I was the end of the line for most folk

Now, like little kids, they take a stick and poke

There has never been a problem with my confidence

Until there was a small hole in the fence

On your shoulder, I ask for support

Asking for help, I have never been the sort

I don’t know what made me so fragile

Being weak isn’t my style

Treat me gently

While I shake, hold me tightly

October 22, 2002

© Andrew Scott – The People Poet 2002