This is an older poem (written 6/30/07) of mine, but since the 1 year anniversary is coming up, I thought i'd post it.

My Tribulation

Right now it hurts too much to cry,
my mind is in one place, my body in another.
My independence temporarily taken away,
I must rely on others for my care.
My voice is ignored, my opinions pushed to the side,
the small amount of spirit and freedom I have left,
is diminishing quickly, I need to catch it before it goes,
but I am restricted to this chair.
They wonder why I don’t talk, and why I don’t eat,
they fail to see that I choose not to do these things,
for they are the only things I can control.
I try and try to re-find myself,
I fail; I can not do it alone,
the two people to help bring her back,
are nowhere to be found.
I hope that when I find them,
they will help me revert to my old self.