The feeling of lying in a hospital bed

Seeking relief from the wind's icy grip,

My head hangs heavy like a ship adrift.

The morning birds' cries disturb my dreams,

At night, I read old letters by the porch light's beams.

A thousand mountains stand in my way,

A million rivers flow with little say.

Life's moments come in twos and threes,

As the sun sets, the pavilion's bathed in crimson seas.

I wander through the days with a heavy heart,

In search of a cure for this pain that won't depart.

But even amidst the struggles, I find some peace,

In the stillness of the night, and the rustling of the leaves.

The winds may blow, the waters may rise,

But I'll keep moving forward, with hope in my eyes.

For even in the darkest hours, there's always a light,

Guiding us through the storms, and into the night.