The glue.

This is me, as close to peace,
As my days now get.
There are still the thoughts of worry,
But the joy is greater yet.
I wonder about the other life,
Through the sliding door.
Would it be so much harder,
Or would I love it more?
The one thing I couldn't bare,
Would be to lose what makes you, you.
You are the responder to your experiences,
Your soul is the glue.

A dart.

I ride the wave of worry,
As it looks like you're not well.
How will it transpire?
It's too early now to tell.

My sleep will be disturbed.
I will ride the wave of worry.
My stomach twists, and occasionally
My heartbeats become a flurry.

My worry is for you.
My dear sweet little heart.
Sometimes this wave of worry,
Means my happiness holds a dart.

A pinch.

If we were left in peace,
I would be more grateful for tomorrow.
It takes the sweet release,
And adds a pinch of sorrow.
If we were left in peace,
I would be more grateful for these days.
To meet their wants and expectations,
I am the one that pays.  

Impacted.

My mind is not the thing it was.
It bends and shifts in ways,
That it didn't do before.
It can get tired in a haze.
It struggles now to concentrate,
And that was what I knew.
Getting in to detail,
Focused as time flew.
Now my mind is tired,
And easily distracted.
Something that's surprised me,
Is how my soul's impacted.

Must not.

My gratitude,
Is for you today.
The way you look at me,
And the things you say.
Oh my girl,
You have such a heart.
I pray for us both,
That we must not part.

On my way.

Although I may be healing,
Today tells me I'm not whole.
The rips come all to easily,
Though I can see my goal.
I can feel the sadness looming,
From the disappointment and the pain.
Though my vessel is getting stronger,
It's can be easily rocked again.
A deep breath, and reflection,
Then put the day away.
Learn from this experience,
And get back on my way.

Being true.

I understand the effect it has,
But I cannot just pretend.  
I have tried to live to please,
But it collapses in the end.
To live to make them happy,
Means you lose the things that are you.
Understand you would prefer agreement,
But I would not be being true.