There are times I wish to quit
There are times I long to flit
There are times I feel unfit
Yet here I am and there I sit

For the labour I agreed to
For some time I know not how long
Doubting and growing is what I do
As I watch and consider: right? wrong?

Sometimes I think I should go away
And disappear to who knows where?
Other times that I should stay
To help, to mend, to care, to pray

I was surprised I am still there
I have no real reason to leave
I don't understand though am aware
Less and less have I need of reprieve

Not happy, not sad, but in between
So much evil have I seen

[April 25, 2008] ~Louellena