I wish you’d see, but never feel,
This illness dark, to some not real.
I wish you’d know, it hurts to breathe,
My lungs collapse, when comfort leaves.
I wish you’d cast my scars away,
Repair the marks I formed each day.
I wish that answers existed near,
To rid my soul of unfound fear.
I wish each tear was never there,
They drown my courage left to care.
I wish I’m brave enough to smile,
Sustain down heartache’s endless mile.
I wish you’d camouflage each sting,
The blackness seems to always bring.
I wish I knew I’d be ok,
Believe tomorrow’s another day.
But I can wish with all my might,
It won’t discount this ceaseless fight.
This wish will sail up to the sky,
With all the rest who’ve said good-bye.
I’ll wish tomorrow, just for hope,
Or conjure up some way to cope.
Through darkness black, I’ll make my way,
Exist again another day.
I wish…
~Nat