Sonnet For Bella

Up every day at three, fighting for life. As support for so many, I don't know how much longer I can maintain this strife. A few minutes there, a few minutes now, I scribble a few lines at a stop light, back to the daily grind, and edit here on the fly. Don't give up without a fight the dream that words can make the world as clear and as coherent as it needs to be. Find the rhyme and nudge out a true meaning. Pull it together and hope for a key phrase. Send out for comment, not expecting too much. So, a bad day was made perfect, a sad week made great by Bella's critique