If I am content then why oh why
Is everything I am doing for him
Eating me just under my skin
Forcing me to keep my eye lids dry.
The whole weekend long
He cried and cried
No matter what I tried
He is still wishing he would die.
I know I can’t give…
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It’s where I wish I was
Right now, for I feel
Trapped within my own
If I am content then why oh why
Is everything I am doing for him
Eating me just under my skin
Forcing me to keep my eye lids dry.
The whole weekend long
He cried and cried
No matter what I tried
He is still wishing he would die.
I know I can’t give him what he used to do
It is only me and he takes the work of two
I realize his Day Program lights his life
But here at home it’s nothing but strife.
When he needed to go the number 2
I gave him his time to do the do
But when I went back to check on him
My face turned sour and I felt so grim.
He had decided to help himself
The evidence was clear from the towel on the shelf
Mess was on his skin and clothes
I felt like I needed to use the power hose.
I talked to him about how this ain’t cool
The germs he can pick up, a nasty tool
Of course he cried and I shut up
I cleaned him up and tears filled my cup.
I love my brother but I hate this disease
I can’t take it out on him even though I please
It isn’t his fault that his days are not
The way he remembers is all he’s got.
A sister, a caregiver is who I am
Doing what I need to do for him
So why am I kicking my butt all around
Causing myself grief, landing on the ground.
I pray for this to go a way
I can’t afford to feel this for today
I have no choice but to go to God
For I am not perfect, I am greatly flawed.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
08/04/2013
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It’s where I wish I was
Right now, for I feel
Trapped within my own
Jar of life
The lid tightened
The colors foggy
Pressing against
The glass no one
Sees me as my
Reflection bounces
All around me
Forcing me to
Look inside
At my own person
I cry to get out
But you don’t
See my tears
It is up to me
To turn my
Entrapment into
A release
For my soul
For my health
I stop, and listen
My mind speaks
I must be free
Once again.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
08/04/2013
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