Who Takes Care Of Me
The spirit of those that I still see.
I believe are those that take care of me.
Between their love and love of God.
They help me to not feel so odd.
Within this life in this earthly realm.
The government and county now man the helm.
I have a living angel who helps me hang on tight.
She's always there although it doesn't feel quite right.
I guess I failed at things myself.
I got stuck up there upon that shelf.
Now my cares are out of my own hands.
I have to do what the situation demands.
But I, yes I, am the only one.
Who still needs to get things done.
Who'll take care of all this mess.
And I will, by golly, by guess.
Note: this is day 2 of the writing exercise during my stay at a half way house during a civil commitment three years ago.
Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2019
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