Why Not Me

Why not me, i always asks, In shadows where the silence basks, When sickness came, I felt the chill, While soup and love were his to fill. Mom turned her back, her heart a stone, As I lay weak, so all alone. He got the doctor, the gentle care, While I was left to fight despair. When trouble found me, I faced the door, Locked away, my spirit sore. But he, with mischief in his eyes, Was met with laughter, no need for lies. On Christmas Eve, I found my bed, In a van where dreams and hope had fled. While he flew home, first class, so bright, Wrapped in warmth, a joyful sight. And when the shadows whispered low, I turned to drugs, a desperate flow. Shunned and scorned, I wore the blame, While he was coddled, safe from shame. Why not me, I cry to the night, In the echoes of wrong and right. A sister’s heart, so bruised and torn, While a brother’s path is softly worn. Yet in the dark, a flicker glows, A strength within that only grows. Though my mom may turn away, I’ll rise again, come what may. So why not me? I’ll find my way, Through storms and shadows, come what may. For love is fierce, and hope is free, But in my heart, I’ll always ask, Why not me.