My mind, my memory, my ability to speak.
It’s all starting to abandon me.
The letter, the notes, the wasted pen
All throw away the writer again.
Clarity, logic, the reasonable voice
All declare their cruel choice.
The people, the person, the one who knows
Wave as they say, “This is how it goes.”
Same old story. Same old line.
I dare to believe every time.
Yet there is no friend
Or ear to lend
To the inhumane
Who drives insane.
All this hope to make amends
When every soul only pretends.
I hear a voice speaking for me,
But am suddenly pinned by the enemy.
They all want to drive away
Anyone who wants to stay.
But their lack of presence welcomes His.
He says, “Enough of this!”
Your game is over and I have won!
No longer will she be abandoned!
Written by Gail Brookshire