Another thought.............

I can’t breathe any air.

Have I ever been so scared?

Sure I have faced so many trials.

Walked alone for countless miles.

Felt loss of ones that are close.

Abuse, I felt more than a dose.

I never thought that this would be me.

A large mass the doctor would see.

How can I think about leaving?

God is not worth believing.

My kids need me, at least that’s what I thought.

No hope is the reflective state I have caught.

I don’t have a great record of luck.

In fact you could say it really quite sucks.

So how do I stay on a positive track?

When any kind of expectation I lack.

And the cards in the deck feel stacked,

Against the crux of my back,

The amount of luggage I pack,

Would make others slack.

I am nauseated and sick.

My feelings seem jumbled and thick.

Tomorrow is the day I will know.

I hear the whisper as the wind blows.