Alone I Sit

A state of mind

Alone I sit, at my desk.

Four thirty a.m. again.

Sleep plays at the edges of my mind.

Worry clouding my thoughts.

Why now must she pick to be sick?

Why now must they say she's unfit?

Why now does the system want to take my heart and soul?

Why now must my life break out of control?

I got a small taste of freedom from all of my concerns,

I got a short time to put to use what I have learned.

I want it back, but I have no time,

I must take care of me and mine.

My anxiety reaches its limits,

As days seem to tick into minutes.

I must protect them, for both are weak.

I look above for the guidance I seek.

I must do for them what they can not,

Though I may not like it, that is my given lot.

Neither will realize what I must do,

Only that my heart is unconditional and true. 
 

Author's Note

Sleep deprived thoughts. Please ignore the spelling.

Reviews

[Angel Baby]

I have had these sleep deprived thoughts ....in the last few days more than ever. it's seems though of us who have certain diseases have many more challenges in life than we think we can or are able to handle, and yet somewhere we always find that ounce of strength to go on. I 'm wishing you all the best. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. Hope you get over your flare up asap too! Take Care and God Bless, PW

[Pamela A. Lamppa]

Life's duties and responsibilities seems to plague us when our sleep and rest is needed for energy. Duty calls and sleep will come. Thoughtful and introspective. Thank you. ~Pamela