Time and time again
I find myself in this position
Asking myself
Why?
Having trouble being honest to myself
Confronting what is going on
Inside
My mind
My heart
My soul
These days I've had trouble taking a deep breath
Without feeling any pain
This illness that has invaded me
Has drained me of my optimistic stride
I need to put down this half empty glass
Fill my heart with hope once more
Inject my body with the drugs to rid me of my pain and discomfort
So ascends the optimistic touch of the healing hands
That will hold me one day
And fill the void in my heart and soul
With hope
With love
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