It walks with me
It sits with me
It lies with me
I feel as though I am trapped, stuck,
No matter where I go, it follows me
I am alone even though I am amongst people
I am sad with a smiling face
I live each day, but I died long ago
I am a ghost in physical armour
Welcome to my hell
I could explain for hours how I feel
And you still would not understand
I live in my own Gethsemane
I share a sense that is best never felt
He alone shares my distress
I pray "Heal me Lord, Heal me"
I awake and still my body cries out
It fights me and I lose
I am tired, drained of all that I was
And yet in Him I trust
So when you see me, try to understand Even though I go on, inside I have stopped
I yearn for normality a day free from this yoke
I long to cry out "this is what is happening to me"
And yet I understand, this is mine not yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem