Please love me anyway, when emptiness fills my cup

When I am wilted, though watered

When I’m not as strong as I was

Because – well, just because...

I’m at the bottom of a long staircase ascending slowly...

And sometimes I just stop, and people behind me have to wait,

And people in front look behind,

And wonder what I’m doing.

“Get over it,” they say.

And after awhile I wonder why I can’t.

People used to listen to me, but now I don’t say much,

Because they’re out of ideas, that will make me feel better.

And when their words of comfort don’t help much –

I feel guilty for not responding as I should,

To their concern and to their touch.

I’m trying to climb this stairway, but my feet are heavy,

And I just want to go down from where I came.

But I can’t go back, because time won’t let me.