It's the Weekned Again

It’s the Weekend Again

 

Please, I am begging you all,

Just finish your report,

Get out of my life.

I need this to be over,

Finished,

At an end,

No matter the outcome.

 

So why does it seem so futile?

I feel ashamed to be needy,

Yet have no other choice,

But to ask for incessant support.

I thought you would know that,

Agreeing to walk with a survivor,

Is a time-consuming experience.

 

I totally get it…

Harrowing, but I cannot help that.

My needs seem dramatic,

But that’s just me, injured and hurting.

I know that.

I’m sorry it is such a demanding path,

But I really need to have the contact.

 

So when the trauma threatens

Overwhelms me,

And I cry out for some comfort,

Someone needs to be there.

To help calm me, reconnect me,

It is not that I don’t appreciate

All that you give me - really I do.

 

But nights like this are the challenge.

Does anyone ever think to enquire,

As another week ends,

Just how I am managing on my own

No end in site.

Virtual reality my domain

To wander and contemplate alone.

 

My future entwined, closure uncertain

In the complete control of others.

Old demons pull at me,

As my soul makes its way

 To the depths of despair.

Ever present I wander

Blind, to an end not in sight.

October 4, 2013

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18 weeks and counting….