I did write a poem yesterday for day 4, but by time I got home last night, after a pretty bad day, I didn’t have the energy to go online to type & post it. Once you read it, you may understand, yesterday was a very dark day for me.
I am no stranger to pain.
In my life I have felt the sting of sugery,
The throb of illness,
And the stab of emotional injuries.
Pain and I are old aquaintances.
This one, however,
beats at me.
It’s thundering grip gives me no respite
and I am unable to cry.
Stubornness more than strength
leads me on,
throwing a fuck you over my shoulder at the beast
that holds me down.
I am exhausted.
But I will win.