PAIN

PAIN

    Afraid to move, holding her breath,
    she's startled from sleep
    by a muffled scream.

    Cursing god and praying for death,
    it is her own voice, weeping.
      Consciousness streaming

      between two worlds; one called pain,
      the other one she
      doesn't remember.

      That tangle of nerves, her brain,
      its crossed wires hardly
      do justice to her;

      even to drink a cup of tea
      is more than she can
      enjoy in this life.

      What is this whimper, who could be,
      who once was woman,
      mother, friend and wife?

~ Broken Wings ~

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