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.
Copyright © Hidden Sister | Year Posted 2014
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