I never wanted to write about pain
The daily pain at first
that brought me to my knees
and stopped my world
I wanted to be a hope singer
a spring bringer
a breath of candied air
What could I offer
a body in torment
a soul in candid despair
I kept my eyes on Him
as much as I was able
He gave me strength
when I had none
He fed me from his table
with nightingale’s food
Songs of deliverance.
©Amy Axby 2019