Remnants in History
If you could only understand the pain entrenched inside.
Not desiring to leave this world but questioning at times
whether lingering on is the solution to the pain.
Relief comes with help from others
but they don’t realize this life of disability
is not what I had planned.
They say ‘get it together’ which only demonstrates
how little of my world they understand.
My closest friends are virtual.
How would that make you feel?
Those who knew and loved me are simply remnants in history.
Please life, go easy on me I just long to be free hoping what lies ahead
is nothing I should dread.
I live amidst misunderstandings and words which shouldn’t be said
At times life seems to be a farce but I will pull
myself together, and bravely forge ahead where
it’s not just an illusion, where with respect my words are read.