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
This poem is about:
Me
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