Lost for words

Some days I feel lost for words
I am empty of everything
Exhausted and dry
Too much stress on my plate
Things are getting me down
I don't want to be the clown
I just want somebody to care for me
Somebody to do things for me
For a change: I want my mummy!
I want my dummy! I want to spit it out!
But that is not my way!
I have to be the strong one
I have to be the carer
I have to take this bull by the horns
I have to fight these battles
I have to hold on tight to the reins
That God has given me
The gift of words to touch other's hearts
The gift of love to share with everyone
The gift of answered prayers
The gift of healing light in a cold, dark world!