She is wired and tired,
frazzled and frantic.
Forgetful and confused,
her focus is blurred,
her center is tilted.
She lost in a sea of too much thought.
A heavy fog shrouds the road ahead,
a road she knows is full of twists and turns,
brambles and potholes.
Her knees are scraped,
her eyes are red,
her heart is burdened.
But there is a way out of the maze.
She knows it exists.
She’s been there.
A place where confused thought is banished.
Sunbeams light the way ahead,
the heavy gray mist evaporates,
and safe passage down the road is assured.
The clarity is delivered by a hand.
A man’s hand.
Sometimes alone, sometimes carrying a friend,
the hand delivers distraction,
Wanted: A Man’s Hot Loving Hand.