Untitled (March 28, 2011)

People say
Hope is eternal
In the way
We place our faith
That tomorrow will be
A better day.

Yet
There are times
I find myself
In total conflict
With this school
Of thought.

Feeling like
I have lost
Whatever control
I have over my life.

I know
This sense of lost
Exist only
In my head.

Given the huge strides
I have made
Over the past 3 months
Yet
Why does this feeling
Exist for me?

I will admit
My physical body
Can be controlled
Only so far
Before it starts
To break down
On its own.

Like the current situation
With my arthritic hands
Making my daily routine
An exercise
In applied patience
As the pain and swelling
Limits my mobility.

In some ways
The physical limitations
Are easier to accept
Than the psychological ones
Why I do not know
But find it
Totally frustrating.

Sigh
Maybe tomorrow
Will be a better day
I can hope.

Reviews

[therisa]

Thank you, Tamara.

[An Ordinary Woman]

plz never stop hoping. A beautiful write, T.