poetry

i wore my burden gently, as it burned my tender skin
i pleaded with my enemy, my heart would not give in
it wracked my body, pummelled me, i fought back with my all
the pain, it tried to kill me, but still i wouldn’t fall
i’ve always thought a traitor lived inside my skin and bone
an evil little monster never leaving me alone
each stabbing pain, each ache, each throb, each pounding in my brain
that rhythmically sends the message i’ll never be the same again
There is always hope