I am stuck in bed against tear stained pillows unable to move I can hear my heart pounding a mile a minute. I ask my God why, he is willing me to try, reminding me of the beauty of life outside this bed but I lay here, stuck. I am stuck in bed but now birds are chirping the sun has peaked through dried tears are all but faded God has calmed my heart eased my mind we've had our morning talk. I am ready to see the beauty of the day, basking in His grace. Just before I leave the room I look back at my companion, the bed.