Pain – Page 3 – Authentic Truths

Poetry-Grief

I only understand one thing.. Grief is forever.

A day in my walk with chronic migraines. Well.. a week..

This is fibromyalgia.

It is relentless. The warnings have been here for a couple weeks, and today the flare up is real.

Brave is the soul that survives.

How do we do migraines? We keep going because there is no other way to do life.

Reflection. Mirrored echos, such disgrace.
Unfamiliar me, unfamiliar place.

..I had to tell God something that broke my heart-“If you have to take my son now, I will let him go.”

..I’m talking to you!
The uneducated..the unsure..
The over educated, the most confidant.
I’m talking to you!..

one last glance, and thou shall see
something lost, forbidden thee.
upon the trail of distinguished steps
lies the ruins; to not forget.