Never-ending pressures and to-do lists;
Never-stopping expectations and obligations;
Is there someone to rescue me from all this crazy?
What if a rescuer came?
Would I receive the help?
Would I accept the new chance to start fresh?
Or would I be convinced I must earn my rescue,
become worth the time, energy and sacrifice?
Maybe I like the crazy.
Maybe it makes me feel important.
But I still ask for, beg for a rescuer.
If I add “Find a Rescuer” to my to-do list,
Will this never-ending, never-stopping have hope to stop?
Help! Rescue me, please!
“I write because I have been rescued and want others to know the truth and freedom I have.” – the writer