The Hand I'Ve Been Dealt

I close my eyes and travel to places I want to go Imagining the details, eyerything I can see I listen to the noises, of birds, the wind or creaks Animals walking through the woods Waves crashing on the shores I think of things I did, So many years ago, Before my illness changed me Like a thief the things it stole. One thing it cannot have Are the memories in my head The pains that it has caused me Are close to being dead Nerve pain is unimaginable to ever try explain Unless another suffers nothing is the same Its taken all my vigor, my vit and my vim So many times all that's left are to close my eyes and dream Chronic pain is something most people suffer alone Our friendships and relationships are done mostly on the phone No one wants to hear excuses all the time For why I'm stuck in bed, and cannot meet and roam To places that I used to go to spend along with friends Have now become old memories no one can depend If I could change one thing in life it would be not to be The person whose always sick and tired That person isn't me. The me I want to be is the one that used to run Off on a whim to anywhere to anything that was fun So pray for me is all I ask and maybe once in a while Think of me and how I was and I hope that you will smile My illness does not define the person that I am Just because I'm down today Does not mean forever Tomorrow is another chance that I will try some more To regain all I used to be and will become again This game is not over until I throw in the towel.