Time has never been a sweet mistress for me,
giving and taking without a thought.
Yet I wake each day and know there has to be
a reason why my life is always fraught
with pain and heartache and no joy in sight.
By now I should be used to all of this
and just smile and rise to the next fight,
wondering what will rise from the abyss.

Pain has always been a silent friend to me,
lurking and waiting for the right way
to show me that no matter how strong I can be
she will always find a way to ruin my day.
At this point in life I wonder how long I can go
without feeling the love and the pleasure
I feel when I am with a person that I know
can give me the peace that I so treasure. 
 
Life seems to be a constant enemy for me,
throwing her stones and her knives.
And each time I dodge one or two, maybe three,
another stabs me in the back and drives
me down to me knees with no help in sight.
I crawl on my belly and cry out for help,
but there are no ears attuned to my plight.
Seems I can rely on no one but myself.

 




B Heath Harris/2014