August 18, 2011
Prayer.
Aaron - Mental Illness - August 18, 2011
When there’s nothing left to do
And all the avenues explored.
When no one else can help
Give me hope.
When the blankness turns to anger.
When the doctors don’t call back.
When the insurance company turns
Its blank gray face to my inquiries
Give me peace.
When I find myself at the lake
At 3 am in the cold in the dark
Talking back to bats and trees.
Searching.
Return me to sanity.
When I’ve filled out the paperwork ten times ten
And once again.
When I answer questions
Answered yesterday last week last month last year
Give me strength.
When my son’s eyes are those of a stranger
And he smells of the streets.
When his words are filled with anger and blood
And he prints his rage on my walls
Give me the ability to love him anyway.
And to do it all over again tomorrow.
Aaron - Mental Illness - August 18, 2011
When there’s nothing left to do
And all the avenues explored.
When no one else can help
Give me hope.
When the blankness turns to anger.
When the doctors don’t call back.
When the insurance company turns
Its blank gray face to my inquiries
Give me peace.
When I find myself at the lake
At 3 am in the cold in the dark
Talking back to bats and trees.
Searching.
Return me to sanity.
When I’ve filled out the paperwork ten times ten
And once again.
When I answer questions
Answered yesterday last week last month last year
Give me strength.
When my son’s eyes are those of a stranger
And he smells of the streets.
When his words are filled with anger and blood
And he prints his rage on my walls
Give me the ability to love him anyway.
And to do it all over again tomorrow.