~how Do I Continue? ~ Poem by Mary Nagy
~how Do I Continue? ~
My every muscle hurts.
I fight my eyes for sight.
It seems my day just starts...I blink
and once again it's night.
Just let me please lie down my head.
I must just be too weak.
How can I accomplish all I must
when a nap is all I seek?
I burn the proverbial candle
of course both ends are lit.
Sometimes I feel I can hardly stand...
it's all I can do to sit!
It never seems to ease up
this pace of life full-tilt.
There's rarely time to smell the rose
before it starts to wilt.
God, help me through these rough times.
I promise to really try.
I promise that I won't give up.
(I can't promise not to cry.)
My tears so often cleanse me.
My soul just seems to ache.
I need your strength to hold me up.
Have pity for heavens sake!
oh my god I've felt like that alot this year it's ok I know you'll get through it everyone gets in slums but you'll be out of it before you even know it. Great poem. Lylyanna
Sometimes I take power naps in my car on my lunch break....sometimes that's all the time I have. Take an hour that's just for you, Girl....and then take one that's just for you and Todd.
Mary, Mary, why so weary? ? Hope you get some well deserved rest, soon. Hugs, Dee
I know this feeling far too well Mary, you are recovering, you must rest and tomorrow light will give you back your sight. Time for bed lady! Goodnight and sweet dreams, Tai
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I know just how you feel Mary, I felt like this yesterday and had to flop onto my bed and say enough is enough - exhaustion had set in. Phew! ! ! ! ! I feel the muscles too, and that's from pushings a wheelchair. Yeeps! ! ! ! Superwoman, that's us. Love Ernestine XXX