I must do it
On my own
But I have no energy
Motivation wasted on
My sick body
Still I must do it
On my own
I must accomplish
What I’ve begun
My mind is angry
Frustrated by lack of ability
While lack of motion is
Fraught with despair
Still I try to do it
On my own
Til I fall down to my broken knees
Shouting aloud and
Voicing my bitterness
While I ask why I can’t do it
On my own
And that Still Small Voice
Cries into my ear
That it is not given to me
To accomplish mighty wonders
Or small miracles
Or independent productivities
Or to do anything
On my own
But it is given
To fear and to love
To let go
To rest
To breathe
To have faith
Though as small as a seed
And I realize with joy
That I will never be able to do it all
On my own