See Me

See me...
Not for the frail old woman trapped in this bed.
Look past my messy grey hair and time wrinkled skin.
They only tell you the story of who I am now,
Not the people I’ve loved or the places I’ve been.

See me…

Not how my limbs have become so limp and weak.
See my spirit waiting to burst free from this shell.
My memories play a game of hide and seek,
Taunting me cruelly while in limbo I dwell.

See me…

Not the person who seems old and senile.
I am not the pain that stole the brilliant blue from my eyes.
I am the woman who could light up a room with my smile.
Look past what you see now, it is just a disguise.

See me…

Not the body laying here waiting in heaven’s queue.
The person I used to be; a woman, a mother, a wife,
Is desperately trying to reach out to you,
To thank you for blessing my beautiful life.

See Me…

My lips grow tired from trying to form unspoken words.
This is not how I want to be.
I don’t want to leave you, but you know I just can’t stay.
I promise you though, one day soon, you’ll see me.