Only if... Things were different Or at least not the same If there were a wish I would wish this That I would have far less pain
The pain that comes from being alone In the middle of a crowd When you too often grin and bear it There is still real hurt behind the smile
Only if... More or less There was less time in the day That I would spend in this bed The equivalence of a BALL & CHAIN
If only I had answers As my active mind overloads It's the only thing that seems to work on me With other body parts being one big joke
Only if... I must insist Can I kindly have a do over On this twisted shell that I call myself Inner parts as well as outside cover
I'd like to keep the personality That has been with me through thick and thin The better part of me on which I lean Quite heavily to be who I am
Wrote this for my friend I met through poetry who has Cerebral Palsy, at 24 she spends most of her days in bed relying on family members for everything and although she struggles with the changes the disease puts her through the further it progresses, she keeps up with a good attitude