My pride
Or this handful of pills
It's hard to admit to those things
I just can't do
There's never been a field I can't plow
A mountain I can't climb
A river I can't cross
This task is foreign to me
I've never had to deal with something like this
Her body growing smaller and smaller
Bones protruding
Nothing sounding appetizing because food is bad
If I could kill the world for saying that I would
Without hesitation
Stairs become a rigorous feat
Feat feet
Tired feet
From walking, running, supporting
There is something quite different from plowing fields and cultivating minds
Training them
Making them believe they are strong
Beautiful
Kind
Everything she is
She still is all those things
Just a little smaller
Lighter
Weaker
She's still mine though
And I wouldn't trade her for any team of horses
Wow. This is so sweet. Stay strong, love will be too.
ReplyDeleteReading everything again, I figured it out.
ReplyDeleteHi, You're completely remarkable.
She still is all those things
Just a little smaller
Lighter
Weaker
She's still mine though
And I wouldn't trade her for any team of horses
You paint with your words.
Your writing is heaven.