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Sian Lyons Poem
In the early hours of morning when my mind refuses rest, I think of you and this year and our friendship that was messed.
I wonder why you felt the need to cut me from your life; I struggle with the choice I made that caused all this strife:
To pretend I knew nothing or charge in to save the day. Knowing how we ended now, I might wish I picked the other way.
You were drowning in a habit that stole you from your self. I was made aware and couldn’t keep the issue bottled on the shelf.
I understood the anger, sadness, and shame. I handled it when you unfairly placed blame.
I tried to stand firm and offer support and love. In the face of your resistance I tried not to shove.
So why the cold shoulder, why the need, to trample on our years of friendship, to stab and watch me bleed?
One year later and all I have are these thoughts and the sad realization that my caring and concern to you meant naught.
Yet here I am, naively hoping for the day, when I see you and you say, “Hi Friend! I’m better and loved you always!”
Copyright © Sian Lyons | Year Posted 2019
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Sian Lyons Poem
I’m stuck in a body that no longer works.
A body that shudders, swells, hurts, and jerks.
I’m stuck in a body that makes me cry.
Feeling horrendous pain with no reason why.
I’m stuck with a brain that wants to understand.
What is causing these symptoms in my arms, legs, back, feet, and hands?
I’m stuck with a brain that needs a real reason.
An explanation why I miss out on life season after season.
I’m stuck with an invisible disease.
One that allows friends and family to see me laughing, smiling, while hiding my internal pleas.
I’m stuck with an invisible disease.
What will become of me???
Copyright © Sian Lyons | Year Posted 2018
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