A Note From the Edge

So much

so much has been thrown over me

that the life I still have

is gasping under a blanket of stress

can I ever get out from under

this weight I’ve pulled across me?

It’s late

is it too late

to roll out of bed

and crawl back to where I used to be?

that quiet faith

around the supper table

those whispers of hope

whenever I was tempted to tremble

that warm embrace of love

that I had in the home

I ran away from

I was good

I was too good for it back then

now

I just wish I could be back there

one more time