I am the levee,

And I may break.

It won’t stop raining —

How much can I take?

Oh,

And when it rains,

It does pour —

Shaken by the pain

Knocked down,

on all fours

I’ll hold on to every last shred

Of faith,

Of hope,

And of love

Though, truthfully,

I’m not sure

any of it

Is enough

I kneel down

Pray, light a candle

I look to the heavens

For this is more than I can handle

The sorrow

is a metastasizing cancer

I’m in need of anything:

A panacea

A remedy

Some truth…

An answer.