Looking, but do I see what you go through to breathe,
The things you do while wearing masks, makes me seethe,
NOT at you but the world, your situation, what lies beneath,
Your hands shake involuntarily,
Your approach each day warily,
Did you use up your spoons, before the end of yesterday,
How will you get out of bed to see the weather this day,
I know you slept, did
each nightmare creep up on you, when you were off guard,
I am there,
I care,
In the dark,
I did stare,
none, the wiser,
you have your cocktail, of pills, of drugs, and they help you
if you have an average day,
This is for you ,
on the days you are through,
no spoons, left
hours yet before your
head comes to rest, then
nightmares consume,
your time at rest,
I pray, and
I pray, and
I pray,
the vultures will be swept away,
by the jet stream and
leave you,
while I stay by your side,
because I want to, it is
right so to do,
forever.  This is for you,
I see so many who do not understand,
their lips move,
as they mouth the words,
or they type, their intent is
clearly in the wrong.
THIS IS NOT EASY.
You are brilliant,
you create,
I ... am in awe
of your therapy,
your art, your beauty.
This is for you,
in respect, in love,
I express, and
from above,
He sings over you.