I used to have a rock
A place to visit when times got tough
My rock made me feel secure and warm
And sheltered me throughout life’s storms
Then my life took on a new light
I left my rock, at the time it felt right
The new home I found was exciting but hard
And soon I was broken, bruised and scarred
What can I do? The answer is clear
There are no options, I must remain here
To go back now would be a disgrace
Now I’m stuck between my rock and this hard place
When I visit my rock, I want to stay
But I have to come back at the end of the day
Stuff down my feelings, keep them inside
Carry them with me until the day that I die
I’m tired of living a life of memories past
They once got me through, but they’re fading fast
I need to create some new memories
To fight off this aching emotional disease
What can I do? The answer is clear
There are no options, I cannot stay here
Leaving this behind is what I must face
I’d rather have my rock than this hard place
June 17, 2001
Copyright © 2001 Paula G. Cook