War

The soldiers have long left home. Perhaps for the last time.I don't want anyone to die. Each is part of me.
But the side hurting me...must go.
Resisting, out of fear of not having the hurt I have long known...too Well!
The army for my health is getting stronger, each new day.
God, please guide My Health to fight My Illness.
All things are possible with you.
I have long believed. But I can't stand this wait.  Inpatient, desperate, needy,  feeling pathetic--
My Illness must finally die. I don't feel I can cope. God, please give My Health some hope. Please teach me to cope.