He’s waited on me hand and foot what more could I ask of Him?

but that look. The look in His eyes

when he sees me cringe.

I’m strong. I fear no pain, but I believe He hates me

in agony,     and this has been nothing less.

I’ve lost all control of when and where i go

and worst, what I am able to do for myself.

The messes we’ve made        He cleans them up.

the messes I’ve made           He clears those too.

When I can barely move—

stand,     take one step—he bares the weight of us both.

He becomes my crouch.            I feel as though I am forever indebted to Him

for His gentleness alone.  In sickness. In health  shall He be a man of His words. . . 

I doubt it not.

Yesterday He bathe me: in His love,

bubbles, coconut oils, salts and menthol.

The pain barely subsided. Yet, I felt anew. A plethora of feelings

lead to a single tear I did not think he caught.

My pride was shook. He has all control

over my life at present, but I fear not.

‘Fore, after His hands had cleansed my flesh

I knew I would not—

could not succumb to this pain.



I love you King ♥

♥ Egypt


4 thoughts on “A Bedridden Weekend

    1. It’s good to have that someone to take away the discomforts of being down and out. My hip and back have been giving me hell since Saturday, eh. Nevertheless, I hope the sickies leave you be! Feel better love ♥ As always! thanks for dropping by.

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