I'm losing ground (poem) by Carolyn R. Dye on AuthorsDen

I'm losing ground
by Carolyn R. Dye → (All Poetry by Carolyn R. Dye)
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wrote this when I voulnteered with mental ill elderly.
Lord, I awoke this morning forgot who I was. A man held my hand said dont worry love. He's my husband yet I run in fear. Thought my feet were soild ground lost my balance fell down. More and More each day I'm losing ground. To be able to remember the smallest things. Afraid to wake-up, afraid to fall asleep. Every step I take , I take in defeat. no justice for the old, No glory for the weak. I awoke this morning forgot how to speak. Tumbling, tumbling in a hell called depression. I'm losing ground with my sanity. Family says I've lost my mind in my old age. Haven't lost my mind just lost sight of me. I'm losing ground God help me.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on August 3, 2012

Such a deeply touching poem.

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on August 1, 2012

I agree with Diana. You take us right inside the mind of this person. To recognize the failing memory and confusion would be frightening and depressing. One thing I hope for is to keep a sound mind as I grow older. Thanks for sharing your compassion.

Connie

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

I find this strong in its show of suffering. Instead of being pitiful, I read these words as solid awareness of 'lack' and I read the intentional resolve to continue. These lines stood out for me: "Lord, I awoke this morning forgot who I was." "I awoke this morning forgot how to speak.""God help me." I'm glad you introduced the situation of this writing, because anyone who has even been exposed to elderly, especially mentally ill or dimensia-riddled elderly, let alone 'caring' for this state of individual life, surely FEELS every bite of your words here, Carolyn. I think you have remebered the largest things in your awareness of the smallest things. Keep writing ~~ Diana