Out for Walk

It is sunny today and 30 in Chicago.  I've been pretty sick this week.   This poem, that I wrote in my 20's, has been in mind this week as I have struggled.  If you don't like poetry,  you'll want to skip this one.

Just when you think you can't go on
Just when you think there's nothing left inside
when there's no inner strength
you only thought is how ~
how can I make this crushing, shaking pain stop
how long will it be before the pain goes away
and you realize that the pain is ebbing with every moment
though it's crippling still
and you wrench, twist, turn
and suddenly you've twisted so your face
is warmed by the sun
and you draw strength

if only to hold away

the ebb of the rushing pain

This will be a better week, looking forward.