Struck down again I let myself lie,
My face on the rock, and I let myself cry.
Why fight it when flat on the solid ground,
Supported at least by the lowest of down,
And up is too difficult anyway
So I might as well rest on the rock where I lay
Me down to sleep or maybe to dream
Of the day I stand strong again, tall and lean,
The day when I've gotten the help I need,
All healed in the places I used to bleed.
But for now I think I will let myself lie
My face on the rock my back to the sky.
-HJ Apr. 10, 2011