Day after day, cycle after cycle.
When something that might have helped is too expensive or can't be had; when doctors won't prescribe, and with it, the hope of relief; when the pills, the shots, the prednisone, the antibiotics, the pain killers, the muscle relaxers, the antidepressants, are a fortune, but the cost of them all won't stretch your pocket, then you do what you have to do to feel better.
When the only thing to do is push through the pain and move on.
Today is a hard day for them.
Today is a hard day for the family, friends, and for those who see or hear them. Today is a hard day for those who need to find some solace in their words. Today is a hard day for them.
Today is a hard day for them.
It's hard.
But sometimes, it's harder.
YOU ARE READING
End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
