Chronic pain means.. forever probably

And forever feels..wobbly

To exist in jest, every chuckle and smile

A mild attempt at calming the dissent

In other peoples faces.

The graces replaced with grimaces

Later evolves into passages

On trying harder.

I’ve tried all the things and now I’m in mourning for who I thought I’d be

A choreographer, a teacher, a world traveler.. something

Now I’m just existing and wishing that I didn’t know

Eventually…everyone gets eroded by hope that flows….

Nowhere

I’m not getting better.

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