in copious tears <br />and terrible pain <br />i've fought an illness <br />I disdain <br />for in my brain <br />circuits disconnect and jam <br /> <br />In refrain <br />'midst all the strife <br />like a limpet <br />i've clung to you <br />my rock <br />and always <br />sung my song of hope <br />'i am' - <br />believing it <br />to be true. <br /> <br />now, once again, <br />i must make a trist <br />to live again <br />not merely to exist <br />to find the courage <br />to forgive - <br />to remember <br />then forget.`<br /><br />Philippa Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflection-35/
