Better Days Come With Faith.

I didn't believe.

What happens when you die?

Is there a heaven and hell or am I living a lie?

I didn't believe.

You see stuff on the news.

You figure none of those things can possibly happen to you.

But when it hits home, it's a different story.

I didn't believe.

Your tears came and I was confused.

I didn't know that this could happen to you.

Your silence explained it all.

I didn't believe.

Doctors say "Glad we caught it before it got worse."

Pain is all you felt.

I didn't believe.

The long, hard months were dreadful.

All I could do was care for you.

I didn't believe.

As the treatments continued, I saw a change.

The light in your eyes was no longer covered by rain.

I didn't believe.

They told you that you were cured.

No more sickness is what occurred.

I didn't believe.

As we walked out of the hospital for the last final time.

I looked up and the sky and to my surprise.

I believed.

This poem is about: 
My family


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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