Ms.Sheila

Alone

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I'm not sure where to start

or even what to say.

It seems I go from up to down

each and every day.

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By nature I am happy

yet these days I long for calm.

Now all I see is turmoil

and my calm is all but gone.

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I'm learning now to live with fear

as it settles in my home.

I know I'm not, but still I feel

so very much alone.

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I don't know how to open the door

to let you come inside.

You'd sense the pain and anger

in this house where I reside.

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The nights.... the nights come look with me

I'll find him yet again.

The man I love so filled with fear

his body dwarfed in pain.

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The days.... the days, I don't have to search.

His anger is there to see.

It can fly from him to anyone,

but usually it lands on me.

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Did I tell you I was tired?

Perhaps you could not see.

I live with love and anger

and need tools.....but I'm just me.