Hope
The end of my rope I am very near.
I hold on tighter out of instinct, not fear.
Personally I'd love to just give up, let go.
But three little men depend on me, so the answer is always no.
My life ultimately has no meaning.
That's why I'm so unstable, always leaning.
No one really cares what happens to me.
Without me around no one's burden would I be.
Always I walk alone each and every day.
I am understanding now that it is just to be the way.
I am destend to love only those who will never love me back.
And to mourn and crave all the love and support I lack.
So if it weren't for my little men I would definately relinquish my rope.
So I thank God for their presence that gives me my hope.
Copyright © Megan Lloyd | Year Posted 2006
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