#courage
For Gord and Aunt Betty
It couldn’t come at a
worse time
Time runs out for everyone
Everyone sees me, but doesn’t know
Know the pain, the torture, agony, and anxiety.
Anxiety, like a prickly pear, flows
Flows into every microsecond of every day
Day in, day out, day in, day out,
Out of reality.
Time runs out for everyone
Everyone sees me, but doesn’t know
Know the pain, the torture, agony, and anxiety.
Anxiety, like a prickly pear, flows
Flows into every microsecond of every day
Day in, day out, day in, day out,
Out of reality.
Reality is an acceptance of what is.
Is it all in my head?
Is it all in my head?
Head, my head, it hurts,
Hurts through every cell of my mortal body.
Body, my body, it aches,
Aches through every hour of every day of every month.
Hurts through every cell of my mortal body.
Body, my body, it aches,
Aches through every hour of every day of every month.
Month twenty-three of this journey and I’m still alive.
© Catherine Woods 2017
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