I Thought They Were Weak Liars
A constant throbbing
Soreness often
Stabbing two or three time a day
Acute anxiety
I never know when it is coming
Like a searing spear slashing and flaying
I had never felt sorry for others who conjured up these symptoms
Thinking they were weak, liars
Feeling that no one has constant pain
Because it is ridiculous
Now that I know better, I feel a tad bit sorry for them
But even more sorry for myself.
Rude awakening for sure!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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