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Pain


A six foot mass of
muscles and bones,
ever taken for granted
till pain strikes and shakes.

When every muscle tightens
and the spine weighs you down,
nerves crackle with pain
and the brain yells out its agony.

Others cannot comprehend,
neither can it be expressed,
but when it strikes, painful
to bear, yet should be borne.

Yet work should be done
and life goes on,
nothing can stop the body
that must bear and carry on.

The young face that smiles,
innocent and exuberant.
How can a little pain stop
the care and work that she needs?

As long it can be borne
it will be borne, and when
it can no longer be borne,
leave it to decide the road.
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