Okay, this post is going to be a little different than an informational Lyme post (probably because it’s not an informational Lyme post…), but it’s the product of thinking too much on a night/morning when it’s past 6am and I haven’t yet slept a wink. So, tonight’s post sponsored in part by:
Lymesomnia! “When you think you’re tired, we’ll keep you wired!”
Closed captioning for this blog post brought to you by:
Saul Goodman & Associates We’re sponsoring simply because the writer is currently on season 5 of Breaking Bad and this is the only company/business her sleep-deprived brain deems okay to sponsor closed captioning. And she knew that she had better call Saul!
Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let’s proceed.
The poem that follows isn’t solely Lyme-related, but rather I had started writing a poem about my Godsend of a husband, Rog, and it kind of evolved into a poem about how blessed I am to have him by my side through the myriad of “adventures” we’ve endured in just 2.5 years of marriage. Which, of course, includes the entire Lyme journey we’re still fighting daily, but also includes various bumps in the road we couldn’t foresee (like the loss of two jobs for me–one due to entering an eating disorders treatment facility in 2011, which was another adventure in its own right, and one due to Lyme & co rendering me unable to work, a year and counting since that one was lost) that have left us, at times, more financially, emotionally, physically, and impatiently strained than we thought we could handle. But God continues to be at work and constantly reminds us that it’s all part of His good and perfect plan.
So, without yammering further, here’s the poem:
Often I look at a picture of you
and think, “how lucky I am”
Sometimes a memory from years past
Laughter and life in our eyes we both wish could’ve lasted.
But God had other plans for us
outside what we knew back then–
We certainly didn’t ask for this journey,
and often pray it will soon end.
Through trials of every possible kind,
mental, financial, physical, loss,
there is still one thing that always holds true–
Together, these bridges we cross.
Some people may think the hard things get easier
the more they show their face.
But we know different–they don’t become easier–
they’re just more commonplace.
But the commonplace things that not everyone sees,
are treasures I hold very dear.
How your eyes smile more than your mouth when you look at me–
In those moments, my worries are cleared.
And the silent way in which you go about your day
doing what has to be done–
You always make time to say to me
something purely intended for fun.
The way you talk to our cats and dog,
not realizing I’m listening in–
Even in little actions like this,
I’m reminded that daily I win.
I win because even through all the struggles
of the seemingly unending kind,
We’re traveling this journey of life hand-in-hand,
and I’m so glad you chose to take mine.
No one else could I imagine beside me
each and every day.
And I hope there have also been times when I
have helped you find your way.
This thing we signed up for, there’s no ‘passing Go’
to quickly skip over the bad.
But once we’re victorious over these battles,
just think of the stories we’ll have!
And someday down the road, later or soon,
whenever God deems it fit–
There’s no doubt in my mind we will live and embrace
all the fun and excitement we’ve missed!
Because me being sick doesn’t define our lives,
even though it oft feels that way.
But we will get the life we once had back again–
I truly can’t wait for that day!
The thing I most want to say to you, though,
the reason I’ve written this here,
is that in the middle of what looks a mess,
God makes my every blessing clear–
And the best of the best of all of the blessings is knowing that you’re with me here.
And that’s the one blessing of all of the blessings I always will hold most dear.
Copyright Becca Doss 2014