Hostility rises to propagate chaos.
Inflaming the weak and sinewy muscles below the husk.
Unseen strength wreaks havoc on the neighboring tissues and spreads hate.
Burning, expanding and contracting all that fall with its wicked path.
A path of destruction, to be sure.
Crippling any and all defenses.
And the spine falls into inefficiency!
Stunting and hampering even minimal motion.
Still, there is hope, even in this.
Hope that tomorrow will bring about peace and calm.
Soothing comfort from inflammation and fever…
Correcting the course and finding function in goodness…
This is the hope of tomorrow.
This is the prayer of the sufferer.