Mediocre.

Shall I live,

Or shall I die,

It's in Your hands.

It's easy to say,

I'll live for You,

But when pain comes,

Will I leave undue?

Now I am vexed,

In worry though I try,

To keep my mind on You,

But these nights,

When I am asleep,

These silences,

Have been my only comfort.

My bones,

When will they heal,

When can I feel,

Normal again?

For the first time in my life,

All I ever wish,

Is to be normal,

Just to be healthy,

In this way mediocre.