My resolution this year is steeped in sadness
I want to return to the living in gladness
I want the pain and tears of rain to lessen
I don’t want to do any more second guessing
Reaching beyond the veil to touch your love
Is not the way to express what you dream of
Deborah A. Bowman Stevens
Looking back, could I have done something more?
Something besides staring at the floor
Covered in needles, adrenaline vials spent?
Plastic wrappers tossed aimlessly
My life shattered shamelessly
But I didn’t even think about me
His body, now removed, was all I could see
I did no wrong
But he was gone.
I bent down and cleaned up the mess
Left by those who took him to his final rest.
A quiet holiday I crave
To reflect on all the blessings gave
To me this past year
When I have known such fear
And shed so many tears…
After the holidays, after the winter snow
Spring’s warmth will come to show
To a brighter day!
by Deborah A. Bowman
Lethargy, the word is loathsome and cumbersome
Hard to say; ruins your day; hard to live; nothing to give
Mind in depression; body in regression
Stand up, fight back; don’t give up, get on track!
Never let lethargy win; I’ve been there
Beware, show that you care!
Deborah A. Bowman