TORTURED BY THE CURE

TORTURED BY THE CURE

A Poem by Sylvia Chika




It felt like someone was tugging at his veins

His head…

Ow!!!

A carnival of noisy masquerades!

His head hurt

His eyes hurt too

His tongue was dry

The side effects of “the cure”

IVs

Tablets

Needles

Tubes

Machines

PaIN!!!

Discomfort

Nausea

He hated this feeling

He missed his life

This wasn’t his life

Someone must have played a really mean prank on him

This life wasn’t his

He couldn’t wait to give it back

He missed his life!

This was medical torture

The cure!

The torture!

He couldn’t take it anymore

He didn’t look like himself

He didn’t feel like himself

He wept!

This was too much to take

He had no strength to talk

The cut was healing

But it hurt like hell!

He held on to his bible

The words in this book consoled him

They strengthened him

They filled him with hope

He needed hope

This journey was difficult

He fell down to his knees

He wept so hard

He cried out,

“Lord help me!

I can’t carry this yoke!

It’s heavy…heavy…so heavy!

It’s crushing me!

Please lift it off me!”

His tears wet his cotton shirt

He was so sweaty

So he dropped the book

He continued to weep

He cried out to the Lord

He wept!

Tears and sweat

Washing his face

He heard a bird chirp

It chirped so sweetly

His cry interrupted the beautiful song it sang

He stopped

And he listened

Eyes close

He enjoyed the melody coming from outside his window

It was so sweet

So perfectly harmonized

He opened his eyes

The bird was right outside his window

Perfectly colored creature

Red

Pink

Yellow

Black

It was magnificent!

What a great Creator!

He looked down at his bible

It lay open on the floor

He smiled at the highlighted verse

A message of love

It brought him more hope

Strength

And courage

He wiped his damp face

A message of hope

A promise

He received it with faith

He encouraged himself

He would beat this illness

He would win the battle

Oh yes he would!

 

Deuteronomy 31:8
King James Version (KJV)

And the Lord, he it is that doth go before thee; 

he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed.




By Sylvia Chika

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© SylviaChika 2016

© 2016 Sylvia Chika


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