Oh, what burdens this worn and fearful soul bares,

 Oh how I wish I could reveal it all to someone who would care.

For my days have become nights and the darkness my friend.

I long for comfort, yet I will remain forever silent to the end.

I know the answers and I know life’s course, but these burdens must remain forever hidden in the pain ridden chambers of my breaking heart.

I pray, I seek, I humble myself, I am weak.

Yet it still remains and without doubt,

I will never escape for there is no way out.

I hear people say, you “look cheerful today” and then they

Will unknowingly proclaim, “I wish I had it as good as you.”

I only smile and walk slowly away.

For I still pray, I still seek, I am frail now

For my spirit of my hope has grown weak.

I pray,

I try,

I cry,

Someday,

Goodbye.

       J. Allen Wilson © 2003