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These Past Sixteen Months (Free verse) by amanda_dcosta
You'd call it hell.
I choose to call it refining.
Loved ones around me die,
One after another,
Two of them very dear to me.
And then the next...
Suffers from a stroke
That affects his life forever.
Paralyzed,
Dreams shattered,
Soul depressed.
The list goes on.
One has a tumor,
Another cancer...
Terminally ill is how they define her.
Still further, an accident
That claims a life.
Nightmares, confusion and the like.
We've grown.
Flown out of their nest.
Distance separates us
In four continents.
Yet...
I choose to hold firm
No matter the cost,
To the only comfort
The one on the cross...
Unfathomable love
Ever quenching Spirit
Abiding presence!
I run my race
I stand my ground.
Tho' storm clouds blow o'er me,
I'm safe in His arms.
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