Is it early fall winds that tear at my soul, at the very essence of my being? Can it be illness, or fever? What is the reason for this cold-chill penetrating the very bone and fiber of me in August month? *** Why do hope and joy elude me? Has my heart been stilled? Does the future promise only darkness and despair? Do friends seem not to care? Does family see strengths in me I cannot seem to muster? Are feelings numbed or do they cease to exist altogether? Does humor escape me? Is the weight upon my shoulders real or imagined? *** Since you are gone, I am diminished…
Tamara
Hillman |