Real is my Struggle
It looks like snow Its cold the sky is streaked with different shades of grey Muted purples Distant whites I wonder what is beyond the clouds? How bright does the sun shine Could its warmth Lift me Could it remind me Of why I breathe I don't want to be Mom today I don't want to be a Nurse The Accountant, Travel Coordinator I don't want to be Chef I don't want to hear the beep of a machine That says your pressure is high I don't want to have to measure your input Or output I want to lay across my bed I want to give in to my grief I don't want to fight today I just want to forget my name .....I can't I am what I am I am a Mom And my love knows no bounds Emotions are not my chains Slowly I rise But I rise That is all that matters I need some strength today Give me a hug Jesus, help me I whisper I feel a breeze on my face I am He reminds me It's okay He assures me I made you who you are...