Pain increased today,
glass in my veins
pulsing fire
rusty knife in my back
sending jolts,
with every breath,
every move.
A well-meaning person
tried to help, said-
it's o.k.
just hang in there.
Speechless,
dark thoughts
crowded my mind.
You tell me
things will get better?
I've clung to that hope
for years
Living at the mercy
of this pain
that comes when it wishes
against my will
forcing itself on me
over
and over,
and over.
and you say, no worries?!
Give me a break.
After you
have spent years
fighting against
this particular monster,
then
you can get back to me
with your nice platitudes.
because
you
have
no
idea,
None.
~ Robin Wahl
