I’ve tried Lord

how I tried

You’ve seen me

Get up

Time and again

From each blow

From each remark

From being ignored

From being forgotten


But o Lord, I am tired

as I wrestle with

Each negative thought

Impaling word

Inflicted action


My knees weaken

My soul aches

My heart becomes empty


I can give no more

and take no more

I give up,

I fold,

I can no longer stand.


On my knees

I’ll stay;

Hands folded

Eyes shut

I shall pray.



2012 (c) Vida Antoniette M. Cuaresma