Seeking The Cure Poem by Gerry Legister

Sickness rip my heart out
And put in expectations of fears,
But, by God's grace, I stand resolute,
Seeking the cure that faith endures.

I will not live forever on earth,
And shine bright in the darkest times.
But I will live forever in new birth,
And shine bright where beauty defines.

Just like the moon poised there alone,
Over coastal clouds staying up at nights,
beaming a bright light into my room
a lovely crown to dispel the darkest parts.

The looming pains sinking in the remains,
is a realization that finds the scariest part,
before losing myself to the awakening realms
Of emptiness and the loneliness of heart.

Though sleep paint over the skin graft scars,
Pain contours my elegant loins burning away.
The hysteria of imperfections defines my flaws,
Ugly haze is my expectation of the everyday.