left me wandering and confused
adrift in the fog
when I close my eyes
succumbing to the fatigue
mid-conversation
when pain comes for me
knocks me over, beats me down
leaves me sore, broken
when it's all too much
and I can't make it downstairs
to make the coffee
when I lie awake
curled in a ball cursing, tears
dripping on bedsheets
in the fits of rage
screaming every curse I know
at my own body
will you run the bath
wash my hair and clean my skin
when it hurts to move
will it be too much
more than you should e'er expect
or should have to bear
will you be my light
when I find myself submerged
in gloom and darkness
will you stay with me
through the miserable days
and help me feel joy
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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015
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