IT

IT

In the still dark hours before the morning, I lay.
When IT comes, a long night of restlessness will end.
My spirit darkens as time slips away, and I try to hold her tight.
With a blaring mind, wrenching sound IT arrives, sooner than I want.
IT awakes when she awakes, as IT always does.

I slowly, reluctantly rise and start that which I must.
Gladly, I make the fluids that will help IT along its journey.
It is once again a sojourn that takes her even further away.
Part of me asks, why do you help IT? You know the results?
A different part says by doing so, I help her.

All is prepared, and the time has come as it has before.
I load that which she needs, taking great care.
My hands properly and securely place every item.
IT double checks that all is ready for her.
We briefly embrace and kiss as we mutter good-byes.

I watch as the tail lights recede into the darkness.
I am glad IT is gone; I am sad that she has left.
With IT, I am alone but without IT, I have even less.
I try to console my soul telling it she will be back.
However, my spirit darkly says but so will IT! 

Reviews

[B]

A partner with psychological illness is the hardest to date ..... A good psychology book and coach can make a world of difference ..... Tip toeing around the subject will not help neither will direct confrontation ..... It takes a world of tact and intelligence to manage this ..... Nonetheless it is manageable if you have years of experience on your hand

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this writing. Your review explains well what I was trying to convey.

[B]

I guess I know how it's like to be with someone suffering stuff. It hurts more than you know it