It is present
It is on the fringe…
New symptoms
Rear their head…
Isolated and alone
We pray to our Heavenly Father…
Our body
Becomes a prison…
Trembling and tingling
Unsteadiness abound…
At that time
Fear grows…
Reading scripture
Quiet whispered prayers…
Looking out the window
The distraction of falling leaves…
For a moment
The world is still…
Then thoughts swirl
Eyes cannot focus…
There is a quiet calm
Fear has receded…
The symptoms still strong
Courage now a soft blanket…
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