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Soft Blanket

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The soft white flecks

Growing in size

Cascading and dancing

Their way to the ground…

Glistening in the sun

Reflecting such brightness

Pure white

In silence covers

All as a blanket…

The dancing snowflakes

Caught by the breeze

To and fro

Up and down…

Gently falling

Silently joining

Their brothers and sisters

As a soft blanket of white…

Fire in the Sky

img_6988The brilliant shine

Igniting the sky above…

Clouds glowing

As if molten hot…

The mountains dark

Standing tall and chilled…

The clouds are outlined

As with the artist’s brush…

Breath is paused

While taking in God’s canvas…

The “Aloneness” of Pain

The img_6916vision of the Aspens

Naked and stripped of leaves…

Intertwined with the evergreens

The Spruce, Fir and Pine…

Speak of us with chronic illness

As we interact with the healthy…

Our lives have been stripped

Of what others call “normal”…

Days once filled with activity,

With motion and movement are slowed…

Our conditions cannot be seen

As we often appear to be fine…

Our struggle is with the unseen,

That which has made a stronghold within…

Yet as the Aspen are connected,

Pain has united strangers…

Often we feel alone and separated

Because we cannot participate…

Let us empower each other

To know we are not on our own…

 

Overcoming Frustration

Chronic illness…pain…conditions

Are often tied to frustration.

Slowly or suddenly

Life is changed.

The smallest of tasks

Becomes a massive mountain.

Obstacles are magnified

As we struggle for relief.

Our illness…pain…conditions

Are not understood by medicine.

Some conditions have

More solutions or rather resources than others.

We struggle with doctors

With specialists that do not believe.

Some of us educate them

Truly proving that these conditions exist.

We fight frustration

As we try medications….treatments.

Each of our bodies

React and exhibit symptoms differently.

The vast spectrum

Blurs and confuses.

Commercials bombard loved ones

Convincing them of “miracle drugs”.

Yet we have strength

We have others like ourselves.

As we join and share

We speak to ease our frustration.

We can overcome the negative

Even while trapped.

Trapped within a body

We no longer understand.

The Pangs Within

Arms that are throbbing

Stabbing to the fingertips

Sensations coursing through

Overwhelming the muddled mind…

 

Thoughts escaping

Racing to distant places

Thick and fuzzy

As if with a heavy veil…

 

The pain is everywhere

It travels under the skin

It is manifest in every cell

There is no escape…

 

Numbness and burning

Lightheaded and unsure on foot

Each sound penetrates like a knife

The brightness of the light is piercing…

 

From deep within lies strength

A power gifted from above

To endure and to stand tall

To remain steadfast and unshaken…

 

The sensations coursing

Reeling with unsteady gait

My mind again lost

Coherent thought is not allowed…

 

 

Outward appearance shows nothing

The only hint a slight grimace

Hidden from view

As war is waged within…

 

Out of the Blue

It strikes without cause

No trigger is known

Yet the tears fall…

The feeling of emptiness 

Of inconsolable loss

No reason…no rhyme…

Overwhelming feelings

Yearnings…missing you…

Desperately trying to fathom

Why this now? 

So random…unable to control

The tears flow…

Is this part of healing?

Of surviving in a world

Void of your physical presence?

The need to hear your voice

To feel your embrace

To hear your laugh…

This path of sorrow

Is steep and treacherous

Wrought with falling rocks

And deep holes…

Navigating is not easy

A challenge for sure

With sorrowful eyes

Prayers raised to Heaven

Seeking comfort

And guidance…

LIGHTNING PIERCES THE SKY

lightning-dancing-across-sky

Just as lightning

Pierces the darkness…

So does the pain

Coursing through our bodies.

Just as nature

Can offer a hint…

Our bodies can also

Provide that sense of being off.

Then out of nowhere

The flashing light….

Followed by the roar

The deep sounding rumble.

The pain strikes

Sudden and undetermined…

Not always the same

Yet it is blinding and searing.

Just as the length

And the strength of the storm…

Builds and threatens

So do our bodies respond.

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