This Mom Needs Wine

I feel so anxious that I cannot breathe.
I just can’t concentrate on anything.
Fear next disaster. I’ve no space to grieve.

This is a complex web of fears I weave.
I seek fragments of hope on which to cling.
I feel so anxious that I cannot breathe.

Some things, once lost, we simply can’t retrieve.
Old wounds that are re-opened must still sting.
Fear next disaster. I’ve no space to grieve.

I wish that God would grant me a reprieve.
I can’t believe that this is happening.
I feel so anxious that I cannot breathe.

This is the constant burden, which I heave.
How can I fly? I have a broken wing.
Fear next disaster. I’ve no space to grieve.

This place of torture, I have got to leave.
I long to find my voice again, and sing.
I feel so anxious that I cannot breathe.
Fear next disaster. I’ve no space to grieve.