Yearning

Today I wake
I start this day
With a yearning
And a grief-like ache

A yearning to do well
A yearning to work hard
To return to You this day
A job well done
Time well spent

I've thought several times
My "conscience" about this "is broken"
It's been over-stretched
Like a spring, pulled beyond its limits
And unable to bounce back
I have become
Unable to judge
Unable to sense
Unable to care


But today
I seem to care again
There's a soberness about it
A motivation
But not that high-strung 'rah-rah let's go' kind
It's mellow
And sober
And...a little afraid