Daily Struggle by Lola Rose

Everyday, eyes won't open, legs won't move,
No point in getting up, nothing to see,
Nowhere to go, no-one I know,
Who cares enough to see that I'm stuck,
And reach to me, help me out of this dark, lonely hole.
Struggle to find the energy to get dressed,
Leave the house, 7:30 am and I'm already stressed,
Everyday the same, exhausting and boring,
No-one to go to talk to, no-one to laugh with,
Never been more lonely, no-one can see,
And reach to me, help me out of this dark, lonely hole.
I never eat, my stomach's always churning,
Food doesn't satisfy the constant yearning,
Of my heart for love, nor the ceaseless tumbling,
Of thoughts in my mind, thoughts no-one hears,
Because no-one is around to listen to all my fears,
And reach to me, help me out of this dark, lonely hole.
Beneath my smiles lie reservoirs of tears,
The dams struggling to keep them in,
More cracks appearing daily, pressure building up,
So much energy is needed to do the tiniest things,
Energy I don't have, with no-one to lean on,
And reach to me, help me out of this dark, lonely hole.


This poem hits me very hard. I can completely understand what the author is going through and how she feels. When I was sick, I had very little energy and was unable to do every day things, like get out of bed, dress myself, or eat. You question why you are unable to do the things you see others doing, things you yourself were once able to do. But there is no true answer to your questions. You begin thinking to yourself and almost talking to yourself to occupy the time. There is nothing else to do, but sit and think of various and strange things. Unlike the author, I had many people to provide me with anything I needed help with. If I could not reach something, someone was there to get it for me. If I had difficulties getting dressed, my mother was right there by my side. As lucky and grateful as I am that I had that access to help, it made me depressed and feel worthless and too dependent. It is very difficult to have to rely on others for so many things. I felt like a child again, waiting for mommy or daddy to tie my shoes, or make me my breakfast. The struggles of everyday life start to eat at you and there is no real pain reliever. This poem put all the thoughts from when I was sick into words, and it truly hit the heart.