suffering

The tree stands naked and bare,

clinging to the eave of life.

A toss of a coin decides life or death,

the sun still shines bright

upon it, but its fight for life

is invisible to see.

I see you holding on just as tight.

Alone inside yourself,

fighting to feel the sun.

Courageously fighting an unseen

battle.

Its torturous to watch,

But oh so inspiring.

I believe wholeheartedly,

In your victory.

I see you on a hill

in the bright sun.

Arms outstretched, healthy

and flourishing.

Feeling the rays of sunshine

tickle your soul,

 fate smiles on you

and all is well.