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I CRY, by Cheryl L. Conway.
I watch you go.
Exceedingly, you begin each day.
Running, spinning and lifting weights-
stopping for fuel and a cup of joe.
people propel with plans.
Nothing impeding stands in their way.
Bolting, bouncing, fleeing, flying,
carrying out goals,
and meeting life's demands.
Days pass on,
months and years go by.
I'll miss most of it and you'll wonder why.
One day, you see me smiling, chatting, staying occupied.
It's always short-lived,
my energy consumed-
fatigue sets in, encompassing me inside.
Humbling and remaining hopeful,
supporting a positive attitude.
Trying my best to surface-
from a near-drowning lassitude.
You cannot see the duel, or damage ripping me apart.
The fight I mask is not only in my brain,
but also in my heart.
I can't explain how I've attempted, or how hard I've tried.
I pray, Dear Lord, "Offer me vigor, supply me might."
I hope you'll understand and forgive me for this uninvited spite.
I want to live similar to people that you know.
I weep, not for me, because I know I'll get by.
My plea is for you, in your absence of me.
And, the ailing wall that comes between us, is the reason that I cry.
copyright: Cheryl L. Conway, Kennewick WA
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