My malady is a breakdown of spirit
when all that is in me cries out to my God
that I am nothing more than my disability,
nothing less than my recovery.
In my relapse I cry, “Please forgive me!”,
but I know my affliction is a life sentence.
My ailment is humanity.
My convalescence comes only upon my reliance
on the physician of mercy, Jesus Christ.
poetry/photo RDS (c) 10/30/19