A battle weary warrior rests

I sit and ponder as I wander,

Wondering in my wandering

Is this it?

Is this what is to be,

Me.

A mother, a wife, a friend

An enemy…

An arch enemy even.

Who is my worst enemy?

Me.

I drag myself through the solitary abyss,

By the day, the hour..

The minute.

The second.

I’m not alone

But the disease makes me

Solitary.

In the solitary walk

I am no burden

No weakness

But it weakens me

Little by little

Stealing

Time…life…thoughts,

Friends…Family

Me.

I am stronger than this.

I have battled this war

For so very long

And I am tired.

Exhausted.

I want to feel whole,

To feel joy,

To be happy.

And the disease says,

No…not you,

You are…

Undeserving.

Today, the demon wins.

I cannot battle today.

I am weary.

Tomorrow;

Give me tomorrow.