by Cheryl Merrick
When did I become overstressed?How did it happen?
Was it in all the hours I held
my colicly newborn grandson?
Was it when I moved our things
out into the garage,
so we could paint our home?
Did it happen during all those summer
months living in our garage?
Did tending my three year old grandaughter
in our garage and trying to keep her happy,
drain my energy?
Was it the weeks I spent diligently
labeling family history photos?
Was dealing with my mother
after my step-father's death
beyond my ability to cope?
What about the physical strain
of losing fifty pounds in one year?
Did I neglect to allow for
the pain of my injuries
and the strain of my allergies?
Did all the chemicals
I was exposed to weaken me?
In all my efforts to help others,
when did I quit dancing to music
and creating poems?
When did I lose my sense of me?
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