On The Mend

There is a light at the end of the tunnel, after all. For a while there I thought perhaps it was going to be the other light. You know the one in which I speak of, "Go ahead, step into the light, its ok, your battle here on earth is over," but thankfully it's not that one I'm talking about. The war I've been raging the past few days with some unknown, foreign invader which must be a cousin twice removed from off its mother's side of the bird flu virus clan has finally relinquished its whole on this body. Mind you, it was a struggle but his stronghold has been abandoned, his troops are on the run, scurrying in their last attempt of survival, but it will be to no avail, the forces of good will be triumphant. But, as in any war the scars from the battle linger on, the good soldiers fatigued and weary are limping toward the end of the tunnel where good health awaits, it is a treacherous road back, sometimes I stumble, the body racked with coughing, coughing . . . coughing so hard, the lights from the cannon balls can once again be seen behind the darkness of my eyelids as I drop down to one knee. But I only have to recall, back when the invader sent forth his horde of demons to torment me with all their trickery of fever, chills, and nightmares out of the darkness, from the Land of Cyber, came forth love, comments, emails, e-cards, strong arms of support which saw me through the bloodiest battle of the war, and it is this same support that lifts me from a bended knee and onward I trod. (((((HUGS))))