I’m fighting
The urge to not care
To give up
Abandon
All the minutes given
Me to use today
Shadorma
O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; Psalm 63:1
I wrote this poem, sadly, because of a conversation with a person who is dear to me that was experiencing feelings of giving up because of recent circumstances in his life. As we talked, he asked me what empathy meant. I explained it’s meaning. His tears moved me to realize that is what he was looking for, and not finding it, he was too weak to continue his search. The poem is written to express his feelings. However, I have hope that my actions and prayers will be the helping hand he needs at this time.
