My pain is a temple and I chronically worship at its alter.

My pain is paired with me and we are in need of couples counselling.

My pain is a hitchhiker and I am being robbed.

My pain is an infection and I am in need of antibiotics. 

My pain is a caged beast and I am the iron bars.

K

We all have our struggles. I struggle daily with chronic pain. This poem represents how the, seemingly, relentless struggle feels to me.

There is acceptance and there is fight in me. They prop each other up. This blog is me fighting in hopes of eventually accepting something much better😊

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