I’m All These Things

I’m scared. I get more scared as each day passes.

I’m exhausted. My body can’t find the rest it craves.

I’m tired of smiling and saying I’m okay. All I want to do is fall apart.

I’m numb. My thoughts always seem to invade every moment of peace I find.

I‘m angry. I bed God to please not let this be His will.

I’m sick. My stomach turns at the thought of losing her.

I‘m lost. I don’t even seem to know who I am anymore.

I’m everything I pray against. I’m all these emotions that have taken over.

I don’t want her to die.