Here I stand

I wrote a poem awhile back called "here I stand", I may have lost it so I wrote this in school. I like one quite a bit, I think it's my best.

Here I Stand


MPS is a disease
you cannot appease
it never goes away
'till the day
you're under a mound
in the ground
and that day
wasn't far away

12 was the age
the doctor's waged
and agreed
that I'd be
When I'd see
my last day
and pass away
without a say

It wouldn't be kept at bay
and I couldn't get away
some people frayed
and went away
but others prayed
so live I may
and here I'd stay

Then one day
it went away
never to be seen
again in me

it went away
with God's say
by his Grace
and through his might
there's no trace
in my life

I survived
By His hand
'cause I shouldn't be alive
yet here I stand.


It's a poem about my case of MPS, which disappeared due to God's handiwork