The beauty of New Year’s Eve
Isn’t in the fireworks blazing in
Nighttime skies around the globe.
It’s not in the confetti
Falling like snow
In Time’s Square.
For me, the beauty lies
In the glowing faces
of humanity
Connected in a rare
Moment of unification
All are looking towards the
Upcoming year
With the same hopes and
Promises to make it
Better than the last.
This grief, depression, whatever it is,
Has been weighing me down for days.
I try to move to shake it off
But it just wants to stay.
It’s been fed by trauma
And many have I had
Lately my life seems to be
Less good and more bad.
So now I just sit here
And feel life slipping by
Not caring, full of apathy
Only managing to cry
Waiting for this wave to crest
To ride it back to shore
Because I still have hope
There are still good days in store.
Tomorrow is most likely THE day! My mom had another really encouraging breathing test today. She was able to breathe pretty much on her own for almost 6 hours today and she was communicating through nods and head shaking. She let us know that she wanted to go home. Which made us all smile. The doctors feel she meets enough of the criteria to be extubated tomorrow morning. We are all tremendously anxious about it because once the tube comes out there is no going back. Either she will recover or she won’t. There is no in between. So while I am pleased and immensely proud at how far my mom has come in the past few days I am paralyzed with fear with what comes next. Thank you for all your support so far and I hope it is ok to ask for continued prayers and good thoughts moving forward.
