It Is Enough

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In weary pain,
I wake from
No sleep.
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My body
Weeping
Cold sweat,
Silent, through
Screaming pores.
.
Grey dawn mists
Slowly drift
Revealing only
More pain.
.
The night’s
Sleepless
Horrors
Are to be worn
Beneath my skin,
Wild with mad
Gyrating cilia.
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In my little
Corner room,
Insulated
With books
I vainly try
To quit my
Groans and cries.
.
If I relax
This tension
Forcing movement,
I shall fall back
Into  the wailing
Maelstrom
Of agonies,
Which is the
Night I carry
As flesh.
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There is no one
To hear,
But the dogs,
Always listening
With heart, hear me,
And whimper.
I force myself
Into quiet.
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How can
My skin
Contain
The living thorns,
Burning nettles,
The hellish dance
Of damned
Wasps stinging,
Fiery welts
Visible only through
Demyelinated nerves?
.
How conceal
The crawling ants,
And fleas biting,
Biting everywhere,
The tiny piranhas
Chewing my legs,
My face, my arms,
And my broken back?
I am clothed
In shimmering
Veils of pain.
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I brush pain
Through my hair,
Parting grief
And sorrow
To be a silvered
Plait of endurance.
Can this puny neck
Hold such a
Burdensome head?
.
Will my smile
Crack my aged
Screaming mask?
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From what well may I
Replenish strength?
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There is a child
Who needs to know
She is wonderfully made.
She needs to know
She is joy to my eyes.
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It is love
That animates
My creaking body.
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It is love that
Smoothes my
Frantic grimacing
Into gentle
Smiling serenity.
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There is a small child
Waiting for
Her happy Granny,
A Granny
Always delighted
To see her.
With dancing eyes,
And sparkling joy,
That laughing,
Strong, cuddly
Granny, full of fun,
Is me,
.
It is love
That replenished
My strength.
It is love that
Puts the sparkle
In my eyes,
And is love
That allows
Me to laugh,
If only for
A little while.
It is enough
To know a small
Child’s smile.
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Bear … 01.13.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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