When They Ask Me

When they ask me,

I will tell them no, I do not have the strength

I barely have the will to open my mouth,

Or to lift myself from my chair,

Or to staunch the flow from my eyes.

Yet each morning, I will find

That I can somehow muster the energy to rise,

To shake off sleep and sweet dreams,

Discard the comfortable and easy once again,

And fight through one more day.

When they ask me,

I will tell them no, this is not home,

Nor could it ever be

I do not belong here

I do not want to belong here

I could not belong here.

Yet each morning, I will discover

That I am learning to love:

Love the people; love the beauty of the nature that surrounds me.