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A PoemFrom: Suzanne (anonymous@obgyn.net)Thu Aug 4 11:42:36 2005
On the outside I am what many wish to be A wife and mother of one who’s almost past three And this child of mine, she is precious I know She is a gift that is a balm for my tortured soul On the outside they see I have all and more Friends, and family, a place to call my own My life is blessed with a husband, a child, and a home On the outside, I am lucky, the American dream But on the inside things are very different for me, For this thing inside me is a curse at best, It grows, it festers, it causes so much pain And there’s nothing they can do to make it go away On the outside I try to not let it show, But deep inside I fear it’s winning, And soon it will even take my soul Tolerate it and fight I shall until my dying day, And I will count all my blessings along the way My only wish is to protect her So that she will never know This pain on the inside that I try so hard not to show
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