? ? ? ? ? Poem by Lydie Mathers

When does life start to get better then it was yesterday?

How do you trudge on through to tomorrow when you can not focus on today?

I silently scream inside from the pain I force down so that I can be his shoulder.

Where? ! Where is my shoulder when is my turn to let it all out and cry?

Daily I pray for a strength that seems to wisp by as if it never was.

How did we end up here? I know that once upon a time we had the will.

Once upon a time.

Ha! Sounds like a fairy tale gone wrong.

Our path is no fairy tale and never has been.

Scrape and fight is what we do to keep our dreams alive.

Tomorrow is now today and today has become yesterday.

On and on in this endless cycle I turn till I become so dizzy I fall like a child who pushed their limits with arms outstretched.

Only we are nolonger children and life has become an eventful mess.

Time is now the enemy and so I will await her gleaming claws.

In silent retrospection poised and unafraid so I seem on the outside.

Yes I am that good I was taught very well.

Never let them see your private HELL.