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Tortured By the Cure

It felt like someone was tugging at his veins His head… Ow!!! A carnival of noisy masquerades! His head hurt His eyes hurt too His tongue was dry The side effects of “the cure” IVs Tablets Needles Tubes Machines PaIN!!! Discomfort Nausea He hated this feeling He missed his life This wasn’t his life Someone must have played a really mean prank on him This life wasn’t his He couldn’t wait to give it back He missed his life! This was medical torture The cure! The torture! He couldn’t take it anymore He didn’t look like himself He didn’t feel like himself He wept! This was too much to take He had no strength to talk The cut was healing But it hurt like hell! He held on to his bible The words in this book consoled him They strengthened him They filled him with hope He needed hope This journey was difficult He fell down to his knees He wept so hard He cried out, “Lord help me! I can’t carry this yoke! It’s heavy…heavy…so heavy! It’s crushing me! Please lift it off me!” His tears wet his cotton shirt He was so sweaty So he dropped the book He continued to weep He cried out to the Lord He wept! Tears and sweat Washing his face He heard a bird chirp It chirped so sweetly His cry interrupted the beautiful song it sang He stopped And he listened Eyes close He enjoyed the melody coming from outside his window It was so sweet So perfectly harmonized He opened his eyes The bird was right outside his window Perfectly colored creature Red Pink Yellow Black It was magnificent! What a great Creator! He looked down at his bible It lay open on the floor He smiled at the highlighted verse A message of love It brought him more hope Strength And courage He wiped his damp face A message of hope A promise He received it with faith He encouraged himself He would beat this illness He would win the battle Oh yes he would! Deuteronomy 31:8 King James Version (KJV) And the Lord, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed. By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © SylviaChika 2016

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