Lost and Alone

Lost and alone,
Alone and broken.
Needing a shelter.
I won't be a bother,
I'll curl up like a cat
in the hayloft in the barn.

80% of the time
you won't even
know I'm there.

The rest of the time,
well, I'll help as I am able.

Just give me protection
from the storm.
Life rages
all around me.

I pick myself back up
at every opportunity,
but this time it seems
I need some help.

Hate asking for help,
I think it makes me look weak.

Maybe that's right.
There are so many things
that overwhelm me:

The struggle to make ends meet.
The struggle to cope with multiple chronic illnesses
(one debilitating and degenerative,
one with intense pain most of the time,
one makes my fingers and toes turn blue, cuts off circulation)
Poor relationships with some of my family members

Sometimes I feel a distance from God.
Don't get me wrong, I still have faith,
I just don't know
where it hides sometimes.

Lost and alone,
Alone and broken.
Can you give me
shelter from the storm?