I know you feel alone
Isolated by your pain.
It keeps you locked away
Nose pressed on the windowpane.
We are much like children
Missing school due to the flu
Except this disease or pain
Is a room without a view.
There’s cloud that hovers overhead
Insisting we’re alone;
It whispers, “No one cares for you,”
Droning on in monotone.
Deep within our minds
We begin to think it’s true
As hope seeps through our fingers
We face our Waterloo.
Self-doubt, self-pity and remorse
Become our constant guests,
Each day we are more convinced
We’re under “house arrest.”
Those we love grow weary
Of our legitimate complaint
Because our pain fills our minds
And we lose all restraint.
We forget they truly love us
They’re at a loss for what to do
They share your grief and anger,
Just not as much as you.
The ever widening circle
Grows with each passing day
Your family, job and friendships
All seems flushed away.
You and I both feel this,
The daily hurt and pain,
As gradually that cloud does shift
Losing all, we now have much to gain.
There are many solutions
As the cloud begins to lift
Hope is in the offing
And we can see the gift.
There’s wisdom in our future
It’s either that or bitter fruit.
As each of us decides
We must win in this dispute.
We’re still breathing
Therefore we’re alive
In spite of pain and change
We will survive.
We finally stop complaining
Find good medical care
More light is coming through
Each day there’s less despair.
We find we still have much to give
And we are not alone,
As others also seek their way
We’re in the same “pain zone.”
We begin to stop our self-filled days
And learn to create or lend a hand
Life is still vital for you
Although it is strange land.
Give it time and add some hope
Never suspend belief,
As we form a human chain
We can stop the grief.
There’s a strange power in this
As other victims understand,
You can sense and feel it
As you reach your own Homeland.
You’ll reach out your hand
I’ll meet you with mine
A mystic power is present
As our lives thus intertwine.
Weekly Dose of Sue 