Just a quick poem that came to mind tonight.
To my friends who will call because they’re worried, I am fine. I promise. Mom, Chelise, Mistaken…I really am.
…Just a little bout with Specter.
But he ain’t gonna win.
I know other people needed to hear this so they know they are not alone.
Thank you for sharing.
Sometimes I miss my daughter
Sometimes I miss her bad
Sometimes I hate the loneliness
I wish I never had
Sometimes I like to be alone
Sometimes I wish I weren’t
Sometimes I wish someone would hold me
And take away the hurt
Sometimes I’m fine and focused
Sometimes I rarely am
Sometimes I shut the windows
And cry as loud I can
Sometimes I’m grey, the Specter
Sometimes I can’t bear the ill
Sometimes I think I’ll make it
Sometimes I doubt I will
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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Hi Chris
I got your back buddy!!!!! The back down has taken me to hell but I raised my hand some how and blessed to walk the earth today. I appreciate you even more knowing you better. You’re raw, you lay the guts on table, your honest. Your experiences and open nature helps more than you will ever no.
I’m so glad we’re working together. I would like to offer all the time you need, I’m here and I listen well. I don’t judge, look at my life.
In love your sister
M
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I want you to make it. If you lose, we all lose. Our fibrous network will have been frayed, weakened and missing an integral part of our tensile strength. Should you feel the bottom falling out from under you, shout out for support. If you need a contact address, I’ll send you one.
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