A poem of the weight pain
I wrote this years ago.
The Lady
I look at the lady
She looks so familiar
The eyes look back at me
They seem to cry out with loneliness
Her jaw is square and stern
The smiles are gone from her face
Yet, the wrinkles show
they were once there
She is larger than I remember
She has withdrawn and neglected herself
Why?
Not even she knows
Her soft brown hair
Now heavily mixed with gray
shows the many years that have passed her by
I stare deeply into her weary eyes,
I see no hope
The mirror fogs..........
This was me years ago, hopeless and hurting, I now see hope....and that is a good thing!!!
The Lady
I look at the lady
She looks so familiar
The eyes look back at me
They seem to cry out with loneliness
Her jaw is square and stern
The smiles are gone from her face
Yet, the wrinkles show
they were once there
She is larger than I remember
She has withdrawn and neglected herself
Why?
Not even she knows
Her soft brown hair
Now heavily mixed with gray
shows the many years that have passed her by
I stare deeply into her weary eyes,
I see no hope
The mirror fogs..........
This was me years ago, hopeless and hurting, I now see hope....and that is a good thing!!!
Thank you guys for the encouragement. I know there is hope and someday real soon I will celabrate a date with everyone!! I do have that hope! I was blessed to get a loaner auto pap for two weeks which will allow me to get the readings to set another borrowed machine. I had to buy the mask, but this has saved me so much money...and right now you have no idea how that helped. That has placed me one step further...
I can't elaborate on the final issue yet because I am waiting on a reply. I just don't want to talk about it yet....I did get a call from Brandy about this issue and it's being discussed so....We shall see what happens. Just pray with me that "Favor" will be on my side. Hugs!!
Sher
I was cleaning out some closets and found my folders of childrens stories and other poems that I had written years ago....I remember how that poem woke me up one night and began flowing from me. Maybe someday I can look back into the mirror and see myself in a different light..... Thank you for your compliment. It really means alot to me. Writing has always been my way to release things within me.
Thanks again,
Sherry
Thanks again,
Sherry