I Find that...
I find that I don’t sleep as well as I once did
There is hurt and sadness all around me
There is crying and fighting
Who can sleep with the yelling and restlessness pushing through your walls?
I find that I don’t eat as well as I once did
There is stress and pain inside me
There is gnawing and fatigue
Who can eat when the anxiety and discontent is pushing against your stomach?
I find that I don’t day dream as much as I once did
There is darkness and unrest in my head
There is despair and damage
Who can dream of happiness when there is so much ugliness pushing in your mind?
I find that I don’t cry as much as I once did
There is hope and honesty in your voice
There is friendship and opportunity
Who can cry when there is still a chance that the battle isn’t lost?
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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