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Sweet Hours O a Chess Match
This was written first night of my recovery from complex spinal surgery to fix my paralysis, while in ICU. Still there .Wee Hours of a Chess Match I have still been passing The long, wee hours of a chess match with pain, Unfairly played as time does not Permit me even a lit sight Of the board and I captain the black Pieces with my limited vision. So, Even at the very start, my queen was taken, With her protecting pawn and bishop. I am a veteran player, but Notably cautious — unwise for this game — And particularly with this opponent. Pain plays no games: striking Arteries while simultaneously Poisoning the brain; it strikes At the soul —hoping the soul will sink with Christ at the call. Plus, pain uses time and Strategies to outlast, To which nearly unending throes of agony Will testify. Two more of my pawns and a rook are taken. Pain sizes up to win. My king captures a lost bishop. Pain calls me lucky. Observers call me Too drowsy and my anger sharpens! Have they no idea of the reserves needed To calm such a battle into measured breaths? They claim, See we saw you entranced! No, but no! I shout. It is a supreme effort To pacify the nerves while picks stay at Work to unsettle them. Another of my rooks is taken. This is no game. The taken are slaughtered. There are no negotiations. The bishops are wanderers before Even learning for whom their prayers are meant. Each side should have a multi-directional Angel, Due more squares than a pawn. Knights fighting for Pain need to know what that means, so could have A square cut from their moves. Pawns serving pain May only run away, take no prisoners, and Just fall over dead when passed. ”Resilience” is a password for life, not pain. Fingerprints everywhere, coat the pieces — hopeful Of defeating pain. Knights do little anymore, While on earth As in heaven,burdens are shared and halved : The war against pain soon, soon...to ease. Relieve. Believe. **********. **********. **********. ********** (C) sally Young Eslinger 10/1/2020
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