4 A.M.

I sit alone. Computer glow before me.

Reflecting tears, it gives sorrow a voice.

I keep it all inside.

As this sickness quietly ruins me.

But, I won't bring my fears to the light.

For my family; I have no choice.

Fear this weakness will only worsen.

My steps become less stable.

That my vision will go dark.

I try to do what I am able.

Keep these tears locked up within.

Pray to God; I had forgotten.

Remembering my mother's faith.

My anger with time has softened.

I try to remember that there are others.

Just as bad or doing worse.
I see my son and realize.
4 a.m. can know my secrets
But he will always come first.