Some things we have no control over......


Internal Battle




There is so much I could do
Write a song, play along
Catch up on household drudgery
Instead of aimless bludgery
Posture gone, a hapless slouch
Bottom melting into my couch
My mind a bubbling stew

There is so much to be
But still I sit, battling wit
Head full of other peoples woes
What goes on inside nobody knows
Always someone elses ears
But they do not know my fears
What's happening to me

There is so little time
My health I fight, so I write
Baffled in my chair I slump
Thinking of this foreign lump
Causing rife internal strife
Until it meets the surgeons knife
Worry is my crime

There is nothing can I do
Sit and wait, pontificate
For some white-coated anonymous man
To investigate my recent scan
And decided what will become of me
Nothing more to do than just be
And with hope, pull through




Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-03-11 at 06:03

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Kathy Lockhart
poetry comes often to bring to the poet to a place of self-examination and honest expression of the truth of fear.
Hold to your hope and know that you are not alone but with the power of God's loving embrace manifested through human arms and the skill of the Great Physician. hugs of love, kathy
2009-03-11


Brian Oarr
Oh my ... send me a message and tell me what's wrong.
2009-03-11