Everything seems in a chaotic state.
The lawn not mowed, the garden not
Planted, the blinds shut.
It looks like no one home.
But you are there,
hiding in regret, hiding in uncertain.
Everything feel like it's working against
You.
You see your bills adding up.
Panic stricken's you.
The thought, "What to do?" run's rampage in you're mind.
Tear's answer your silent inner plea for help.
Sleepless nights's, lost of appetite, fed up
To the extreme.
All you want to do is help, but it's hard to help
Those that don't help themselves.
Everyday it is a struggle to find the strength
To keep going.
But each day brings new hope, new fears and doubt.
Somewhere is the light. . .
May 8/15
