By Devera Jobe What is this thing that lurks inside? It steals my body and my mind, It leaves me with a fear so strong I think and wonder, what is wrong? I cannot walk the way I should, I cannot run, I wish I could. My eyes do not see like before, I can’t remember anymore. What else will it steal in the morning light? I cannot let it, I must fight. How can I fight what I cannot see This monstrous thing inside of me? I must go on living and fighting this beast, I will never give in, I must not cease. Till one day I hear the words so clear, Like an angel whispering in my ear. Fear not this beast; it will go away. There will be a cure one special day. So I fight and I wait and I don’t give in, I wait patiently for this miracle to begin. I’ll run to a field spinning round and round, A field of violets that surround. I’ll lift myself up and run through the trees, With a smile on my face, I’m free, I’m free.Submitted 3/10/2003 1:07:43 PM
