THE STATE OF MIND.
It’s a curious transformation when serious illness occurs,
In my case the thought processes have markedly changed.
What was once important...has now become quite irrelevant,
My thought processes radically rearranged.
I now find myself clinging to each hopeful thought,
As a drowning man will cling to a straw.
I peer and search for the tiniest beams of light,
From every tightly closed door.
There are highs and lows and the moods swing about,
As I grapple with illness and my state of mind.
Like a moth to a flame...I am so drawn,
To any good news I can find.
It all seems so dark...in a cavern I dwell,
Trying desperately to find my way.
Trying to find comfort in all of this madness,
So expensive this price I pay.
I want to live I scream from my soul,
Sorry....I am just not prepared to die.
I hear your words...I am very ill,
But the prognosis I will stand and bravely defy.
The body suffers...but my mind is strong,
I just have to learn to focus on its awesome power.
The body may be ravaged...but there are few that know,
I grow stronger each and every hour.
Life is simply not all about the physical,
Every day new strengths I seem to find.
It is now to my heart and soul I cling,
And importantly.... to a positive and determined state of mind.
I have been struggling emotionally....I find writing helps....I hope this poem will bring a little comfort and encouragement to others out there?
Pete. S.
