She weakens,
To sight like she,
Collapses on the floor
I watch her fall,
Right there,
As so many times before,
I think, maybe she's okay,
But bruised up,
Maybe she's not,
Now that I see her,
With a scar, cut,
And lately, a clot.
It see her shake it off,
So it rmends me,
Of hope
That we all fal sometimes,
But I've got,
This view up close,
To see with my eyes,
Living proof,
Of real health,
The Life isn't the body,
Life is You.
Yourself |
Submission Name: Dystrophy
