Tears by Teresa Smeigh October 2017
The tears are coursing down my cheek,
The pain is bad, I am not weak.
My foot is numb, my hands are too.
The pain is like the turn of the screw.
I cannot stand nor walk you see.
Somewhere else I’d rather be.
I can’t lie down, or sit upright,
What can I do, this isn’t right!
To my Lord I do pray
Give me strength that I may stay.
I shouldn’t have to live like this
No one should I loudly hiss.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses
-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems
http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (moving posts to other blog and will be deleting this one).