"The Truth"

Dear Lord, please
I beg of Thee
Come to my aid
And rescue me…
                               
I can no longer
Be defined by this
What MS has done
And all that I miss…
 
I am no longer certain
Who I was is gone
MS has taken me
Too far and too long…
 
To all the pain
And anguish inside
I can no longer fight
I can no longer hide…
 
My heart is barren
My soul is weak
My needs are rising
To the point I don’t sleep…
 
What has become
Of the little girl inside
A piece of her soul
Has left and died…
 
For all this strain
Makes me angry and mad
The no longer having
Leaves me truly sad…

 

So again, dear Lord
I beg of Thee
Come to my aid
Please rescue me…



Copyright © 2008 Carolyn A. Legg
Painting: Scream, page 5, Poem page 6