Holding Patterns

Raw emotion
Flowing hard and hot through your veins
Raw emotion
Tempers flaring
Screams to heaven
Fists blazing
Raw emotion
So hard to control
So hard to deal with
Burn out fast
Too hot to last
I’d give anything for those
Raw emotions

Instead I have this
A slow descent
Like a jet waiting to land
Running low on fuel and supplies
Circling the destination Unknown
A slow descent
Like another story line drawn out
Past its obvious conclusion
Circling destination Unknown

I’m stuck in a holding pattern
High above the clouds
Waiting for the sky to clear
For the clouds to blow away
The tower comes over the radio
"Its safe to land. Come on down."
But I’m stuck in my holding pattern
High above the clouds

He dealt well with those raw emotions
Hot tempers and irrational moments
But the hours that dragged on
The inconsistency of the conversation
The incomprehension of reality
He stumbles there
Fast-forwarding through to the end
Knowing nothing will change
Nothing will help
"So why can’t it just be over"