The Hard Way

by Angela Umphers Rueger

Another school year has begun. It follows days and weeks of fun,
But not for me.
Somehow I managed to survive internal waves of crest and dive
Through blackened sea.
But now the lessons must resume, and youthful learning minds illume
That they may grow.
Yet how to motivate my soul to reach this academic goal
I do not know.
With tears I turn toward my mate and say, “The pressure is too great
For me to bear.
We must do something else this year, for I am failing them, I fear,
And little care.”
We sought the Lord on bended knee; He wisdom gave us willingly
And led the way.
We found a school where they’d be taught about the Bible as they ought.
Then came the day
When first I left them at the door, went home, sat silent on the floor
And tried to pray.
“Dear Lord, please help me win this war that I may teach my kids once more
While they are young.
My mind and soul I raise to You for healing, Lord, both sure and true—
Thy will be done.”


It was hard for me to admit that I was unfit to be my children’s teacher, but the plain truth was that I needed help on many levels. Life was hard. Life is hard, but just then it was like flint, and as dark as pitch. I’ve told my entire Bipolar story on my blog, The Abundant Heart. This poem is just a breadcrumb.

“The Hard Way” from The Abundant Heart
© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
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