A prayer for those who suffer

To live with hurt Bedridden torment Mourning a life left behind Buried with a smile

Calling out But whispers only travel so far Not one to be confined The prison is my mind

Yet I hold the keys Struggling to breathe Time slips on hope Grab hard on the rope

Told again and again to be strong To thrive not survive Some days feel like the missing link Between dead and alive

The world against you Some see but are blind Some hear but are deaf

If life is a test We can only do our best

This is purity of the soul.....