COPING WITH ILLNESS 2.
Sometimes one can’t appreciate.
An illness in its chronic state.
Because it’s with us day by day.
And never ever goes away.
At times it’s constant and unceasing.
Sometimes I think it is increasing.
Chronic is a word that’s fitting
For conditions unremitting.
It’s sometimes harder to explain.
An unrelenting chronic pain.
For each time I tell my tale.
It seems more churlish to bewail.
So I tend to carry on.
As if my chronic pain has gone.
That way no one really knows.
When I’m in pain or when it goes.
So I have this tendency.
To suffer pain more silently.
I’m not heard to moan or grown
And so I suffer on my own.
Chronic pain is not much fun.
For me or you or anyone.
It can make you feel so low.
And often no one else will know.
What sort of message is that sending.
Where this thing is never ending.
Perhaps it should be plain to see.
How this illness bothers me.
It’s definitely not simplicity.
To explain chronicity.
No one really wants to know.
As on their daily way they go.
B. Withers 2012
Sometimes one can’t appreciate.
An illness in its chronic state.
Because it’s with us day by day.
And never ever goes away.
At times it’s constant and unceasing.
Sometimes I think it is increasing.
Chronic is a word that’s fitting
For conditions unremitting.
It’s sometimes harder to explain.
An unrelenting chronic pain.
For each time I tell my tale.
It seems more churlish to bewail.
So I tend to carry on.
As if my chronic pain has gone.
That way no one really knows.
When I’m in pain or when it goes.
So I have this tendency.
To suffer pain more silently.
I’m not heard to moan or grown
And so I suffer on my own.
Chronic pain is not much fun.
For me or you or anyone.
It can make you feel so low.
And often no one else will know.
What sort of message is that sending.
Where this thing is never ending.
Perhaps it should be plain to see.
How this illness bothers me.
It’s definitely not simplicity.
To explain chronicity.
No one really wants to know.
As on their daily way they go.
B. Withers 2012