Faith is hard....

Having faith really is hard work for me

as I feel as though.

I am sinking in quicksand. With a noose

around my neck of late.

Every time I feel maybe a glimmer of light

is on the horizon. Darkness descends again.

And kicks us in the teeth.

I feel as though. We are just constantly at

each other. He moans and groans. I go quiet

and numb. And on autopilot. Or answer back.

Around in circles, we go.

Every since this invasion of Cancer came into

our lives. And death.

That is the only topic that is spoken about. Never

good news. Constantly bad news.

Weighing us down.

I miss a smile, a hug, a gentle touch.

Just to relax and unwind.

A something nice to happen.

For saying that. Cheeky comes, as usual, every day

for his food. With his friend. So that does make

me smile.

Need to hold onto those moments.