Rollercoaster

Rollercoaster

Endeavor speaks and says, "Never."
I ache from despair, frustration,
and failure at every turn.

My strength wanes and leaves me limp,
void of any desire to make effort,
nauseous from failed attempts.

Prayers drip from my chin,
staining my face as they fall,
only to reach deaf ears.

Still, I fight, one day at a time,
to hold on to my own sanity
as I struggle to help him find his.

Then, one small glimmer of success
has this warrior reeling with hope again.
Will this rollercoaster ever end?

Pat Nelson
December 12, 2008

**This poem is about my struggle to help our adopted son to heal from the wounds left by abuse and neglect.


***I wrote this poem as part of a poetry round. Each participant was asked to use the last line of the poem before theirs and begin their poem with that line.