The pain of the Body and Soul.
Pain, my constant companion
with me thoughout my highs and lows
Never ceasing never ending
little by little each day it grows
It tucks me in each night before bed
and greets me with the morning sun
It steals from me the simple pleasures
walking, writing, the little things I found fun
Are days that I wonder
how I even go on
Some days I’d do anything
just to have the pain gone
I look to the future without a smile
the cross I’ve been given growing daily
My movements come slower, the aches ever deeper
a simple reaction blessing me with frailty
Strong for those that need me the most
a rock I shall remain, firm I shall stand
Sheltering them from the waves and the weather
till the oceans have beat me to nothing but sand
This life of pain I suffer now constant
though it steals from me the basics of life
My tears I shall swallow, never to show
I shall go long as I can, suffering a pain
I wish none to ever know.
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