Not The Life I Hoped For

I don't need you to fix me.
Though sometimes I cry,
Alone in the night,
From the fear I might die;
And ashamed of that fright.
You’ll never hear that sad plea.

I need love and compassion.
If you see me grimace in pain,
Your patience is what I desire.
I hate being sick again.
“Stay home.” Is what they require,
And medical gear’s out of fashion.

Mick McKellar
December 2023