A Poem

I floated in silence, where time held no name,

A child between worlds, too weary to stay.

Machines whispered prayers that no one could hear

While heaven leaned close and dried every tear.

Then came a voice, not thunder, not fie-

But steady and certain, calling me higher,

“Wake up, My child.  You’re not done just yet.  There’s more to your story you won’t soon forget.”

So I opened my eyes to the weight of the fight.

Leukemia raging, stealing my light.

But breath after breath, I clung to the thread-

Of a God who had plans when the doctors shook their heads

I grew through pain, through shadow and flame,

Where hands should have healed some only brough shame.

But even in silence, in fear and in night, I held onto faith like the edge of the light.

They broke what they could, but the didn’t take all-

There as something inside me they couldn’t make small.

God stitched my heart with His mercy and thread,

And whispered again, “I meant what I said.”

I grew into a woman I carried the scars,

But I learned they were proof I had danced with the stars.

And life, against all odds bloomed wild in my womb-

Miracle children that shattered the gloom.

Now I mother with fire, with softness, with grace,

With God still beside me, still lighting my pace.

I am not what happened, I am what I became-

A vessel of power shaped out of pain.

So, hear this, dear soul, if your path has gone black;

You can fall to the edge and still make it back.

He called me from death, and I won’t forget-

He saved me because He’s not finished yet.