A struggle of strength but still strong

     My struggle today seems only slight
yet the magnitude of strength erased
is so very visible. Still I do not complain.

    I may lower my head, close my eyes,
inhale deeply and say a prayer but I
will not let my pain, the hurt overpower
me. I have learned many ways to
forget of my weights and lean
upon the goodness available.

   Yes there are times when tears just
keep falling and my face is distorted
in grave paleness but I keep smiling.
Yes I keep moving forward.

   For falling, slowing down only hurts
me more. Small steps of gratitude for
just the wake up calls, the breath of
air and to walk one more day in the
sunlight. Yes seems so trivial but I am
blessed with these gifts from Jehovah.

   Small wonders, tiny hopes that
continue to motivate me. Yes those
rare things I treasure. I am so
happy for the friendships that
have endured for years.

    Indeed many more may be included.
One does hope in the midst of deep
dispair. So much is hidden. The common
answer is "okay". So much is said
with the determination of me, my
faith.

    Yet you wonder if I am scared. In
moments I am but a soothing calm
comes over me. I keep my face towards
the sunlight, the kisses of Jehovah.
Each step taken becomes more and
more firm

    Indeed I have my days of weariness,
discomfort and lowliness but a word,
a smile or a gift just shows. Then I
am capable of putting aside all that
pushes me.

   Quotes of people, memories of
days gone and dreams of hope
persevere in every breath I take.
Worthy of every inch of peace.

   Indeed motivation is there. 
Encouragement maintains a steady
sail in the turbulent sea storms.
Yes I find comfort in knowing I
will be a part of a grand detail.

   Perhaps the question of dying
strikes your mind when I have
completed this poem. Yet know this
I am not afraid. It is a part of my
path and one day I will be
resurrected. 

   Sure the people around me are
uncertain and that makes me cling
longer but one day will be my turn.
No I am not afraid, just concerned of
who I leave behind.

   Yet I am not dead. I still walk,
I still breathe, I still talk, I still
dream. So no I am not giving in
to any diagnosis. I am learning to
the best I can until I can no longer
understand.

   Then that day, is when I say,
Please Jehovah.

    Yet so many days to open. Will you
be with me each and every one of them?
I can pray, I can hope.

    Indeed the strength goes and
weakness fills the soul. Vibrant,  though,
is the spirit. So I beg of you to not
fall trapped in the days yet to come
but open your eyes to the minutes
unfolding today.

    Will you?