A soldier arrived at my front door.
Broken and bleeding from head
To toe…beyond repair.
Softly he spoke to my weary soul,
“I am not your enemy”
Please help me…
Pain exhaled from his whispered voice.
Mercy pleaded in the eyes of his soul.
I closed the door, it was too awful to behold.
That is how it feels to internally struggle
with the battled reality of Chronic Pain.
Friend or foe…...Open or Close the door.
Please go.

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Contest prompt: Please go..chosen title for poem from list.
My husband suffers chronic pain and it is a challenge I see him battle
some days victorious and others...just trying his best to rise above it.
The prescriptions offer little relief...if anything they seem to feed addiction
as you have to take more and more to overcome the bodies immunity to them.
So ..no pain pills..just anti-inflammatories. NO liquor either, at all period,
as that just feeds the need to be numb and un-conscious thus no pain. A real
catch 22.
I try to distract and comfort..uplifting his spirits and body to places
of peace and tranquility.
What helps you rise above chronic pain, is it your friend or foe?
A contest entry
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