As I
As I lay,
My heart is twisting.
Trying to think,
My mind keeps drifting.
Above all else,
My soul remains missing.
As I sit,
My heart starts lifting,
Things clear up,
My mind comes calling.
More vital,
My soul is returning.
As I stand,
My heart begins beating.
My thoughts have returned,
My mind is mending.
To my joy,
My soul is beaming.
First, I lay, because of pain,
Then I sit, to begin to heal,
Though when I stand, I never quit.
Copyright © Wayne Marques | Year Posted 2018
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