Pain shatters my body
And stress fills in the cracks.
Overcome by my illness
I become blank.
But as my blank page becomes more human
I realize I have so much.
In music - my rock, my soul, my anchor to my peace of mind.
In knowledge - the books that carry me away to the Bible who assures I am saved.
In art - I see art everywhere, through my eyes, through my camera lens, everywhere.
In love - to those I am close to, in the eyes of others, through the arms of my Father.
In wealth, for I have clothes on my back, a roof over my head, and food to eat.
I am not my illness
I am in control
I am happy.