No one knows about this secret;

I carry it in silence. You

don’t even know and that’s

the worst part.

Some days it’s so heavy I can

barely pick it up.

Sometimes I just lay down beside

it with my arms around it.

This is one of those days.

It is in my bed; it lays there

breathing heavily.

Helpless, awkward.

I lay beside it;

my vigil.

by Cher Bibler