Each step is
Halted, my hope
Has been dashed.
The muscles
Of My mind are
working
Hard to make some
Sense of it
all. Work is physical
And my heart is pristine
But my body is atrophying
Right down to my feet.
Noshin nutrition
And bending, lifting,
pulling, pushing,
The body is falling
To the ground before
My very eyes.
I don’t understand.
I ask my God
To take me as I am
These growing pains
Pain my soul so
Please lift me
Lord from my
Miry pit to
Sit contented
At Your feet.
Purple Pennies 