A Better Day
During treatment she wrote, “...until thoughts of a better day aren’t just thoughts”.
close my eyes
drift away
to thoughts of a better day
I reminisce over the past
I dream of the future
anything but the present
so many times I feel weak
exhausted
frustrated
in despair
I want to give up
fighting for my future
is the only thing
that keeps my head up
all day I keep my smile
I pretend it doesn’t hurt
I stay as strong as I can
but no one knows the truth
at night when all alone
I let pent up tears
roll down my face
I don’t try to dry them
or hold them back
I cry out to God
and plead for my old life back
everyone wants to help
offers to hold my hand
but no one quite understands
what it feels like…
my hair keeps falling out
I feel so ugly
my body isn’t mine,
I can’t plan my future
I feel so weak
I barely feel alive
my heart is hurting
my eyes can’t cry anymore
I hate this
I hate what this does
to me
to my family
to my soul mate
to my friends
just please be over soon
make it go away
God, just give me strength
don’t leave my side
until thoughts of a better day
aren’t just thoughts
Amanda Twellman
12/29/02
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