Wayne Orr

In the quiet hours when shadows creep,
I sit alone, lost in thoughts so deep,
Bills like mountains, stacked high with dread,
Each envelope a whisper of worries unsaid.

The glow of the moon casts a silver hue,
Yet all I feel is a weight that’s true,
Each number a reminder, each date a chain,
Binding my spirit in a cycle of strain.

I watch the clock as the minutes crawl,
Wondering if I’ll find strength to stand tall,
But the nights grow longer, the silence loud,
And I fear I’m slipping, lost in the crowd.

What if I falter? What if I fail?
The burden of hope feels like a frail sail,
I carry my family, their dreams on my back,
Yet each step I take feels like I’m losing track.

They count on my courage, my heart to be bold,
But beneath the surface, the pressure takes hold,
I’m drowning in numbers, in worries and fears,
The weight of my love mixed with silent tears.

Yet in the stillness, a flicker remains,
A spark of resilience that fights through the chains,
I gather my strength, though I tremble and sway,
For love is a compass that guides me each day.

So though I feel alone in this daunting fight,
I’ll rise from the shadows, I’ll seek out the light,
For family is more than the bills that I face,
It’s the love that we share, it’s our sacred space.