A breath so short it takes many
To allow one heartbeat
Where weakness, doubt, shame, guilt
All fester in the subconscious mind
And while I grapple with all of these,
I cannot help but ask, “Why me?
“Why must I battle for life, for love?”
I deny any sensible departure from strength
Yet all I can do is stumble and falter.
The pain can be read in my eyes, my face.
How weary I am in the fight, the flight.
I wish for better, I imagine wholeness,
But it only comes to me as fantasy,
For I have not the power to make it real.