Do we pretend dear one?
As judgements are made and disclosed
In fretful haze we nuzzle closer
To mirror the fears that we know.
Do we pretend dear one?
As smiles and platitudes wither my heart
Perhaps we do, as we dream anew
Of positive days that will last.
We laugh as we follow regimes
But I’m frightened of this new terrain
Praying, dreaming and hoping
That this time there will be some gain.
Still in the consuming darkness
When sleep will just not come
I hear you fretful in slumber
Are we pretending dear one?
As in the yellowing dawn light
As my heart pushes down the pain
I think of all the others fighting a similar game,
I think of how far we’ve all come
Such bravery that cuts through this bane
To push down this ‘Wicked Beast’,
And make positive steps to gain.
No! I don’t think we’re pretending
Not in the very least
I’m proud of my warrior
Who struggles through with steely belief ,
Proud of my friends who daily defend
Giving him cause to go on
And yes of course I know we can make it,
We’ve really no need to pretend,
We’ve really no need to pretend…
Picture: Arab Warrior Leading A Charge by Adolf Schreyer
From the heart as always, Susie.
Susie,
I just came across your website. Thank you for sharing. My husband was diagnosed with MM Christmas Eve day of 2009 (12-24-2009). I do not know what lies ahead but I know Who holds my hand.
Sharon
Warriors we are indeed!
Love it Susie! Much love ‘2 WARRIORS XXXXXXX’
Totally awesome poetry as always Sister Susie. Our thoughts and prayers are always with you both.
Superb Susie…and so profound!
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