Running On Empty

Running On Empty Running on empty, exhausted, but I have to keep on, knowing I can't fail it's not an option. Not for me, the opt out, holding on to any life raft, clutching on to any floating straw.. . forgetting dignity in this deep, grey sea of recession. Those I love holding on to me, depending on me as my fingers grasp for my own hold.. on life, trying to provide answers for questions I don't even understand. Struggling to reassure... Trying to say in cheery tone, 'Don' t worry it's all going to be fine.' Fighting to hide my tears, listening on the radio as they debate who's to blame.. when the cupboard is bare, the children are crying and I am running on empty.