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Dandelion: A Poem About lllness

I am weak

People think

That I am strong

But this has shown me

Just how weak I am.

I have trouble concentrating

Or functioning in normal society.

All I want to be

Is asleep.

But when I lie in my bed.

I find that I cannot.

Illness makes me panic.

All I want to do is escape my body

But it is the one thing that follows me

Wherever I go

So

I find that I cannot be rid of my self.

I long for God to show Himself as Healer

But often I lie there

Wondering

Why isn’t Jesus helping me?

What to do

When the prayers don’t help

Or at least in the way

I want them to?

Neither do

The catchy sayings

And rather than faithful

God seems far-off

When I am so tired

I no longer long

For God to help me here,

But for Him to just

Take me away from here

Altogether

Because life does not feel like life

But more like death.

There is nothing anyone says

That makes this make sense

And any glimpses of purpose

Or meaning

Are still years off.

Words to adequately describe

How hard this is

Won’t come from my mouth

Or my pen.

What then?

I long to see life

Spring forth from every crack

And crevice

Of this shattered existence

Like dandelions on the sidewalk

Tough and resilient

Nothing can kill it

Maybe the cracks

Just create more space

For things to grow

And so

I cling to the one thing that I know

That somehow

The one constant

Is that God has been with me

In every moment

So I cling to His promise

Of restoration

Remembering

That He is a God

Who is not unfamiliar with suffering

Or apathetic to my cares

And that He is a Master Gardener

Who has created paradise from the dust

In the previous

And can surely work with a little manure

And so I offer up to Him

The mud, the muck, the grime,

And also this sense of wasted time

The words too difficult to speak

These moments when I am oh so weak

The cracks, and shards, and broken pieces

Knowing that in the hands of Jesus

Which too bear scars but also life

The dead places in me

Can be resurrected

The wrong that’s been done can be corrected

The new thing that’s created

Can shine brighter than before

Oh Restorer

You will Restore

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