I DON'T WANT TO DIE ALONE

I DON’T WANT TO DIE ALONE

Lord, please don’t let me die alone
Without knowing family, friends, or a home
I ask that you give me some hope, peace, and rest
I have survived each challenge while cleaning up each ugly mess

As I sit here my heart is filled with unshed tears
If I let them out now Lord, they will release all my fears
I have no one to talk to, I want to take my life
My heart is so filled with sorrow and I am so tired of this fight

I know I've made it this far and as I try to hang on
I am blessed with your comfort, at least until the dawn
I am alone in my sadness, isolated and in pain
The more I fight for medical help Lord, the more that I am maimed

Lord, why didn’t you take me two years ago
Was there something else on my journey I’m supposed to know?
This depression that I'm feeling is only taking me down
I am feeling shaky, feeling lost, I cannot find solid ground

Dear Lord, I do not want to die alone
If my body shuts down, I will die an unknown
Fill my heart with some peace, please help me feel brave
Please hold my hand tighter, don't let this bed become my grave…

1985

I found this poem I wrote while going through medical madness and dealing with the Workers Compensation's perception that the broken rib I had was "PSTD".  I'm not the only one who feels this way, being stuck in a system that is failing us daily and trying to wipe us off the map.

Decisions are now being made that injured worker's injuries are a result of aging and they are cutting wages in half just as quickly.  Something has to be done about this corrupt system. The more people that speak out and break their silence, the more changes we can make.....

Our injuries won't change by some miracle...I wish. We shouldn't have to worry about our future while dealing with injuries and depression. Never give up, and never back down.

I survived despite being misdiagnosed and electrocuted by faulty medical devices....God put me here and he is the only one who will say when I leave. I use to pray for death, now I pray for life and each moment I am given is the most precious gift I could have.

I'm not a victim, but a victim of circumstance...and I'm changing those circumstances.

BREAK YOUR SILENCE AND TELL YOUR STORY...NEVER GIVE UP

Love and hugs

Giggles the Poet