As I lie here in bed at night, I think to myself
I have to keep up with this horrible fight.
You see I have this illness that I have suffered
For so long
And I really don't know how I have always
Stayed so strong.
How do I cope with what I am going through?
Well I live from day to day that's all I can do.
There is something I will never understand.
Why did this sickness fall in my hands?
I'm a good person with a good heart, so why
Is this feeling tearing my world apart?
You may see me struggle,
But you won't see me fall
Regardless if I am weak or not
I am going to stand tall
Life was never meant to be easy
And everyone has their days
But if you keep your head to the sky
You will find better ways
There are days my body is full of pain
But I hold back the tears
I think of all the good times in my life
And hope that will take away all my fears.
What this sickness has taken from me
It has taken alot of precious time away and
My vision to fully see
I fineally close my eyes and to God I make a plea
To give me the strength to fight this thing
And make it go away in every degree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem