Thursday, April 18, 2013
Sometimes the pain is so intense all I want is death
Sometimes it drops to a “5” and I can catch my breath
Sometimes the feeling of being buried under concrete overwhelms me
Sometimes when I’m reading a good book, I forget that I’m in agony
Sometimes none of the meds work at all and I am dismal
Sometimes a toke or two or three quiets my crazy tumor oppressed nerves
Sometimes I ask “why” when I know there is no answer
Sometimes I see the suffering of those around me and pray for them
Sometimes I have no appetite because of the pain and my stomach issues
Sometimes I’m hungry and eat my way through the day, bowels be damned
Sometimes the darkness of the abyss calls and I rush to the edge
Sometimes the sun sparkles on my wind chimes, hummingbirds feed and I smile
Sometimes I can’t wait for death and court it like hell
Sometimes those on the other side soothe me with words of wisdom
Like life, death is a state of being. Sometimes I think I prefer one over the other, even though I don’t recall what the other is like. But if it means I’m no longer in pain, I’ll take it.
Oh, to be able to hang on to the feeling of letting go. What a conundrum that one is.
I'd write about the dismal state of affairs with this country, but it only makes the pain worse.
Posted by Sherri at 12:11 PM