Humble Pain

Fire under my skin

Climbing up my legs

My spine

My arms

Glowing coals of hate

Incendiary suffering

Deep inside my bones

 

Fire grows

Weans and billows

Ebbs and flows

 

Find the cure doctor

A cure for fire

I’ve been waiting

I’m getting tired

Four years have passed me by

And the fire burns on

 

Humble pain

Where did you come from

Doctor calls her fibromyalgia

I call her my closest friend

 

Neurological fire

Take me higher

If I said you didn’t make me better as a human

Then I’d be a liar

 

Fire will burn

But I’ll burn brighter

I was the wood

She was the lighter

 

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