Spring 1995
Failure in my eyes, heart, spirit gone. Nothing to show for my wasted pain; some as ever, only older. Crushed beneath a weight greater than my suffering strength can endure; slowly pressing me to my knees. Raising my eyes to surrender, meeting your gaze. The weight taken from me? No only your strength added to mine. I must succeed – complete the impossible, if only to justify you giving me that strength. I shun recognition for my actions, knowing it should go to my beloved.