In this silence that is sleep, I try desperately not to wheep. Their lives are depending on me, yet I feel failure is what must be. Family is like a Grace upon my soul, but the burden has taken a toll. Trapt in decisions I don’t even make, with a weight my shoulders can no longer take. The agony I must endure each time I say no, even though a yes should be decidedly so. So in this silence that is sleep, as my very soul continues to wheep. I pray for the change to end all this madness, of the pain, stress, and endless sadness.