Monday, June 23, 2008
lying in the darkness of my room,
trying to fight the pain.
there's also darkness deep within,
a darkness so black, it can only be depression.
Sick of trying to smile through my pain,
I'm just not that strong.
If it weren't for my loving husband,
the darkness would completely consume me.
As it is, I hang on to a gossamer thread of hope,
that one day I shall be free.
Free of the pain,
free of the darkness.
Able once again,
to be the wife I once was.
bim
