Day to ask for help

           As the day rises and the heat increases I lay
here mumbling my silent prayer. Holding in the
overwhelming streaks of pain. Yet all I really can
do is ~ breathe.

         Carefully I hobble wherever I need to go.
Noting not to bump or snag foot on anything. Ah the
silence vibrating when all that echoes inside me
are desperate tears.

       I strive my hardest to save the expression
for those who really know me. To finally allow
the built up tears to fall as the blinding force
takes hold. Crushing, demanding waves of
sickness to be constantly knocking.

     Oh how I just breathe. Inhale. Exhale.
Finding joy in the process of my mind.
Excusing any other plans of wallowing.
I entertain the memory of happiness, the
smiles of grandness.

     Just those few minutes strengthen me to
new levels. Here, in this quiet moment, I give
my thanks to Jehovah. The peace that
quakes the negativity of painful shocks
right out of me. The soothing calm that
makes standing in front of others, worthy
of a smile, a laugh.

    Kindness given. The genuine love
shown. The concern when I weakly smile.
I do so love when some know just how to
read me.

   So here I go. Into the world. Smiling
even though the shocks increase in every
fiber of me. I still see joy by standing
tall.

  So my dearest friend, a bit of sorrow and
a bit of joy. Combined. Prayers held and
the pain is durable. Indeed.