Wondering and struggling to come to terms with pain,
medicine just fixes the effects of what I carry deep within.
This repeated threat is a reality that fighting is in vain,
life is full of love and dreams, and such destructive sin.
The cross was explained, as a symbol of resurrection,
our sins are forgiven, eternal life is what Jezus died for.
This deep and renewed hope provides fresh direction,
I feel still and in peace, knowing that death is just a door.
Eternal life for all I love is tied to me with endless rope,
trust and confidence in Him radiate the seeds I sow.
How I pass on what I learn about love and new hope,
writing and living is example enough of what I know.
In solitude I realize my life is meant to serve to set me free,
soulmates nourish when I can no longer walk a single mile.
No longer do I miss the sense of smell cut right out of me,
flowers bloom around me, providing fragrance and a smile.
