A Poem I Wrote Right After My Surgery. (Maybe You Can Relate)

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Txgirl

My body

My body fails me,
My mind never.
My body scares me.
My soul is comforted.
My body hurts, always.
My thoughts touch me softly.
My body is angry with me.
My Lord, always forgives.
My body has turned on me.
In my heart, I have no enemies.
My body stops me.
My will is always moving.
My body is punishing me.
My love is total and complete.
My body is but a vessel.
My spirit is eternal.

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Txgirl
Here is one more.....

Young once

Young once.
Older now.
Wiser, some:
Smarter, how?
Seeing changes
I don't like.
Things are different,
Rearranged.
Held captive
No escape
From the pain.
All over at times
More select locations
All, searing my brain..
No one can feel
Exactly how this is,
It isn't you
So, let me live.
The pain is mine
To keep and hold
Something to remind me
Of when I'm old.
I was young once
And had the nerve
To continue on
And to be heard.
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Gus
Well done, Tx.
Txgirl

Thanks, Gus!!!

Past Member

Both poems are beautiful and touching.

Thank you for sharing...

David

 
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Txgirl
Thank you.
Past Member

Keep the faith. Eight years with an ostomy and I see the pouch half full (or in my case full - haha)

David

rosestone

Nice poem. I definitely relate. Besides my recent colon rupture, my body has failed me many times as a result of my lupus. Often needing a cane or walker, I get treated like a senior citizen. Even good friends my age overlook the soul of the vibrant woman that still exists. People who knew me before seem to think just because the package is a bit damaged that I'm supposed to just retire from life. Luckily for me, I have never measured my worth by my physical attributes. Although my illness has revealed to me how much some other people do. I don't define myself by my sometimes failing flesh and bones but by my enduring spirit and intelligent mind. I am still the passionate, loving, intelligent, funny woman I was. In fact, some of the physical hurdles have really added a depth to me that I might not have reached otherwise. Your poem really sums it up.

Txgirl

Thank you, Rose.
You have been through a rough time of it, but I like your attitude, my dear!

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