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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.