Sometimes
Sometimes I worry...
About the day.
Will good or bad
Come my way?
Sunshine or rain?
What will I
Lose or gain?
And will it be
Too hard for me?
And can I bear
The pain, and wear
Life's medals on me?
Sometimes I feel...
I cannot go on.
Nothing is right, but
What is wrong?
And I live
And I work
To try and give.
And will I see
What is meant for me?
What to make and,
What to take of
Life's gifts to me?
Sometimes I cry...
And ask myself why
Life is so hard
And only to die.
Then where do I go?
And why was I here?
I may never know.
And can I feel
What is truly real
When all I see
Could never be,
Except maybe in my dreams.
Sometimes I hurt...
When love passes by,
Or simply leaves,
Or worst yet, just dies.
And with it, the treasures
Hope, security and warmth.
Life's very few pleasures.
And, will I ever be
Completely free?
For I have bore
And want no more of
Life's scars on me.
~© Kristy Henderson 8/86~
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