But it is never constant
It may linger for sometime
Where cure is never instant.
It may slash through the flesh
Or may reach the bones so deep
Solace can be out of reach
Either you embrace it or you weep.
Disturbed is such a sorry state
The body and spirit are restless
Running away is never an option
Breaking apart is a ghastly mess.
Suffering is a horrifying experience
Day and night is a swallowing limbo
The worst enemy is thy own self
Uncertainties cloud over tomorrow.
Time is essential and a luxury
Buying some time to heal is never easy
Pain delivers the best and the worst in us
Overcoming it brings a certain glory.
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