Weary, fading, hopeless, grey
Eleven years ago,
Between life and the pumping of the machine,
The endless drudge to live..
But then, that phone call
Those feelings transformed in a flash to fear… no wonder… no gratitude…
Or maybe just blank… don’t think… don’t feel,
Just in case.
But that was eleven years ago.
And now the long road back, with new routines
Have given you another chance
To live, to laugh, to support and love.
And me?
I’m thankful to be given that chance too,
And know you are still there.
