Stroke

Stroke

I am so tired my mind is weak
I want to talk but I can not speak
Oh no, my voice is gone
Something about today is terribly wrong
My eyes are blurred I can not see
Everyone is looking at me
Am I sick? Have I died?
Oh no, please I'm here inside
I thought I felt the rain dripping in my eyes
They were my own tears my own silent cries
There was a scream and I heard someone say
Excuse me dear, Is your mother okay?
Oh no God, please, don't let this be true
My children, my work I have so much to do
I think I remember I was in so much pain
This doesn't make sense, it's just a migraine
I heard someone again they said, "Come on fight"
What the hell, none of this is right
It feels like someone is lifting me
I'm looking down at me, how can this be?
Gently I felt an angel touch my shoulder
"No," she whispered, Your meant to grow much older
You've been given a special gift it will help you with your pain
Soon you will be with your children again
You my sweet have nothing to fear
Just remember God is near
You must write and paint all you see
For this is what was meant to be
A message will come to you this way
That God is here for his children everyday
Your with an angel and this is rare
Please tell the world God really does care.

Akara