This suffering inside my being
Is that I am the only one seeing
sharp hurts in my joints and burning feet
the anguish screams in my heart for relief
To others a complaint yet again
Even a deaf ear it creates from the best of friends
A smiling lady I used to be
Now I am a semi recluse depressed you see
No one can understand this doomness I engage
Only my sister understands this rage
It could be worse I say to myself
And put away my complaints on the shelf
I pray to the Blessed Mother to assist my heart
and she answers in the way that I hear each day I start
I do matter in this world in some way
I will try to remember that and go on each day

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