Day 484

I haven.t written in a while because I have been so weak. These past few weeks my illness has gone from bad to worse. I can't even hold down a few sips of water and my insides feel like they are about to burst. But I don't want to write about all that right now. I used to write poetry all the time and would like to write a poem about after I am healed.

The Scar

Our bodies serve as a road map to our life

Every stretch mark, every wrinkle, every scar

They tell of all our happiness and strife

A line drawn from my sternum to my naval

Twice opened for a promise and a loss

Years of pain and sorrow compound

And this line is left as a label

A memory of the days I didn't live

I could only find a way to be

I bear it to show all I have to give

To remind me not to waste another day

For a promise of the next is never there

So I consume every second in every way

I can only hope this scar will lead to that

For now I am in the days I do not live

But when I am healed 

This scar I will use as a fact

God's promises are true

I will not waste away 

I will shine in the body He made new