19 Hours

I lay in bed, pain free for the first time in 19 hours, restless...unappreciative. Wonderfully beautiful, my husbands face catches what little light still dances in the room at 3am. Why do i suffer? Why did i have to hurt so badly that i sleptall day, seeking refuge in the unconsious? These thoughts torment me. Even still, i write in the corner of my room, hiding from what? I do not know. The Bible tells us that "joy comes in the morning." Oh how I wish the sun would race across the sky and bring joy unto my heart. Oh God in heaven, be merciful unto me. Rid me of this physical pain...this pain that drags depression behind it like a wicked cape.