In this dreaded hospital once more, I ache.
I watch, as my mother lays on the bed for the sick, half alive.
Sitting in the Chapel feeling like I have no one left, I fall to my knees and sob.
My damaged soul cries out for mercy and light, for strength and hope that has been leaving me all alone.
I ponder how I will get back on my feet and move forward when everyone is putting things in my head.
They make me feel like an abused rag doll, pulling me left and right.
I don't think I've ever felt so alone, overwhelmed or confused in my life.
But one day, I know that this will teach me a valuable lesson, I know that I will grow.
I must have patience, so I will keep waiting until the time comes when I can finally be at peace, and I finally will know.
Written in the chapel at Beaumont.