One day you’re up, the next day you’re down.
Feelings mixed up with tears of a clown.
The pain, the pain, it won’t go away.
Lying in bed, can’t face another day.
The physical discomfort and meds that you take,
Make you feel miserable and keep you awake.
So you get up out of bed.
To your laptop you are led.
Taking a deep breath, you type the words,
Until the early morning brings the lovely, singing birds.
The pain it miraculously starts to go.
As the words they start to flow.
The tears, the emotion, they are all here as you type.
As you try not to be influenced by all The Internet hype.
Your words give you strength and true self-belief.
For your pain, writing is a big relief.
Another deep breath and you start to smile.
As you review…
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