Pains? . . . name it
I had it all, every bit . . .
Marriage is not for a girl of seventeen
but parents always know
what is best for their children
hence, union was put to test
but didn't make it, to say the least.
Single mother at twenty two
with hapless sons in tow
I willed to survive amid sorrow
building foundation for tomorrow.
Seasons come and go
weathered with typhoons,hurricane
earthquake, and tornado.
I stumbled, fell, crawled and struggled
knees wobbled, holding efforts
had to stand up, have kids to take care of.
Professionals my sons became
shortly, I dealt with another pain
diagnosed with cancer I had been
I called it a never ending suffering.
Chemotherapy, Bracky, and cobalt
were medical terms strange to me
yet they say, ‘twas the only remedy
to suppress the cancer cells in my body.
Resistance was an exercise in futility
I submitted to total hysterectomy
a tangible reduction from my anatomy
but saved me a journey to eternity.
Every pain has a story to tell
deep or shallow make nobody well
the rest is all a dance on the sidelines
a choice at the gate of impasse and pride.
Endurance is my substance
balancing emotional performance
honesty in my own convictions
deriving realistic expectations.
Self-healing is a mastery of faith
no one can achieve while heart is full of hate
let go of bitterness and hatred
replace with jovial and motivated spirit
a bright smile and light-hearted attitude
save the day and heal pains all the way.
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