Struggle Poem by ktarcus ...

I see you and it hurts;

Struggling is a way of life without remorse.

Pain,
The barrier long crossed consuming and vile yet ignored in day to day terms.

My wish to help negated by your desire to remain independent,

Your strength belies the fact that you are in constant agony,

Stubborn,

Detached,

Relentless in the pursuit of hope.

My one abiding comfort the knowledge that soon the pain will be gone for good;

Tempered by the fact that then is the time I fear the most,

Alone and unguided!

My fear that I will have no purpose.