Another day passes in this new life I never asked for.
Sometimes I can’t get out of bed and others feel stronger than before.
Middle of the night or a bright sunny day.
Fairly sure I could care less either way.
Tears flow freely in the most inappropriate times.
Why was I so dense to not have seen the signs.
Dreams and nightmares blur into one.
Praying for a day where more than a moment of peace comes.
Small slivers of hope, occasionally, do begin.
Then engulfed in flames, life goes widdershins again.
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