Learning to Live With Pain
God how she hated the burden on her limbs
That muddied her air and scratched at her skin
She resented the effort it took to get up
And believed that intensity proved her weak (and f@%ed up)
But she told me this morning that now things have changed
Her pain doesn’t make her feel sick and ashamed
She remembers her struggle to keep going to class
To complete homework, attempt tests, and finally pass
Given how hard she worked every day
She’s proud of her unwillingness to bow down to fate
Her agony, her suffering, her tears every night
Didn’t stop her, nothing stopped her, cause she continued to fight
She still struggles sometimes to get out of bed
But not also weighed down by despair and self-hatred
Her words and her struggle have inspired my own
I look forward to our next weekly talk on the phone
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