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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