Every Day Is a Struggle

Every day is a struggle Not to cry To fall to our knees And ask God why. The economy is a nightmare Chasing away our dreams Leaving us hungry Crying out for a means. Jobs have been cut Dwindling money so tight The war is on To keep our hope in sight. Food to clothes And simple school supplies Every where you look The money cries. The once simple things Now have a luxurious price The list of necessities Must face a slice. Staycations are in Vacations are out Even retirement Travels a different route. The economy has sunk Like a wounded ship As the color of green Loses its grip. Everyday is a struggle Just to survive The American dream We labor to revive. NOTE: As a divorced mother of three children, having my hours cut over 3/4 has taken its toll on me. Looking for employment has been not only depressing but frustrating as well. I wrote this poem to try and "heal" my pain and struggles. I know that I am not the only one that lays awake at night wondering how to pay the bills or feed my children; but still the pain eats away at me, the frustrations build like a volcano, and the humiliation strips me of my pride. I find myself questioning my dreams and goals; my skills as a parent; my faith in the American Dream! Some of you will say that I have become depressed--and my guess is you would be right. I hate myself for lying in bed feeling sorry for myself and crying all the time--that is why I wrote this poem...it is my cure..my medication...my doctor. Through this poem I hope to pull myself up and out of this hole of sadness I have climbed into and hold my head high as I wait for things to get better...as I wait for that one miracle to light my way. Hey...that gives me an idea for another poem..gotta go write...I love you all. Thank you for reading my poetry, for your kind and compassionate comments and may God Bless each and every one of you and keep you safe and happy during these difficult times! All My Love, Deborah