I've always known pain,
But there was always another lane.
Now I can't move well,
Yet that's not my hell.
I can't stand the looks of pity,
Whether in town or the hospital in the city.
Noone had the answer for me,
And all assumed what it could be.
Somedays I couldn't move,
This pain words couldn't sooth.
Once we had the truth,
My feelings went through the roof.
Never again can I be the same,
Days where my limbs become lame.
Pain comes and goes,
Between a constant pain and sudden hits like water from a hose.
There may never be a day where I feel okay,
Or able to keep my demons at bay.
Still, I was given this for a reason.
While things will change with each passing season,
I know that this fight won't be easy, but we all have to fight.
Something that I'll do with all my might-
Ignoring my fear with every step.
