In my shell I am safe
Within the confines of my limited soul
Each earthly tendency smiles upon my existence like rain.
To tomorrow I know not what I should say
Except for thank you,
That I might live another day.
That I might wake up tomorrow nestled in the covers
Of my sanity
And pray to a God that has guided me
Through many a thick wreath of pain and suffering.
But today is brighter
That I might have hope that I might give hope
And live not in the shadow of illness,
But rather in the sunshine of recovery.