(PRINTED IN APRIL MAY 2016 EDITON)
By JENNAFER CHLOE BOHNE
I try so hard, I don’t know why;
A time once of love is now a lullaby.
I drift to sleep with thoughts on edge;
And give, this time, myself the pledge.
Yet I know why, the tears I guess.
I find myself in another mess. Could I be strong and do for myself;
And hide this strain on an empty shelf?
Or should I stand with what I believe:
That patience prevail though hearts may bleed
I’m restless, drowsy;
Drained through my core.
I’m lethargic and messy; I can’t take
Much more. Yet still I ty, because I love you so much so;
And God will pull me through this time of woe.
I’m fighting every second of the way;
My days to run, my nights to pray.
I don’t want to quit, but maybe I should? And if this is the case,
I’m not even sure I could. . .