Marching on

What makes us weak will make us strong
It's the suffering that makes us cope
We are destined to continue the path that seems so long
Through pain we gain hope

The eyes may burn
As the throat itches and the body aches
For recovery I often yearn
Time is a precious ingredient it takes

I have been sick many times before
Much worse than this of course
Only the help of god and inner will can cure
The lack of wanting to live in the past would be my only remorse

Dig deep with in our soul
To battle and overcome
Yet not everything is in our our control
Sometimes we are too sick and numb

Appetite is low and feeling the effects of dehydration
Not feeling quite like me
Often experiencing a fuzzy and confusing sensation
This illness is like a forest and i'm not exactly out free

I do see a better tomorrow
So much to from everyday
No time for pity and sorrow
Because everything is only a window or door away

When we fall we must rise
Only the dedicated and tough survive
May life reward us with a surprise
For continuing the race to stay alive