
If I could just hold you
In the palm of my desperate hands
I would ask you one thing
“What will make you better?”
Medicines, diet, exercise
I know that’s what you’d say
For five months, I’ve done just that
Your improvement is not permanent
So, I would ask again
“What will make you better?”
Permanently, this time
Please! I need to know!!
As I sob, silently, into my pillow
Over, and over, again
Repeating my desperate question
Until sleep drags me under
“What will make you better?”
©️Unapologetically Me









