I glance shades of silver flowing through my hair; moonlight on water....
Yet, I will let them be and see how they change the dark night....
My hands feel no comforting warmth, no cooling breeze....
Yet, at least one of them can reach for a healing touch; a hand to hold....
My pain is constant; the need for relief attainable, but undesirable....
Yet, pain keeps me aware; I can still feel, if only where there is feeling....
I long for a respite from my heartache, burdens that weigh heavy on my mind....
Yet, I am thankful for the miraculous function of my heart and mind....
I feel trapped & lonely, my soul is weary with sorrow....
Yet, strength comes and I am surrounded by unconditional love....
My feet can't dance the night away or chase the waves....
Yet, music is a symphony that ebbs and flows through me and lifts my spirits....
I have battle scars and wounds from a fight that has yet to be won....
Yet, I am a warrior; born again from blood and tears....
And I will win....
"Though He brings grief, He will show compassion, so great is His unfailing love. For He does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men." - Lamentations 3:32-33
