Possibility
Your eagerness for empowerment
Leads you to a pretzel-like state
Stringing together unrelated events
Ascribing meaning to what just is
You look for reasons for my suffering
To ease your own discomfort
Adding another layer to my distress
Then questioning that too
My skin is the porous cover of my body
A complex miracle medicine has yet to understand
And though this body is more sensitive than your machine
You trust abstract numbers over concrete sensations
Calling what I know unscientific and unbelievable
I wade through this muck alone
No advocates shielding me
Horror terror and isolation waking me up before dawn
To greet yet another bleak day
But I find comfort in the gray misty morning
And I find God in the soft touch of rain
And I see life in the bare tree branches
Beckoning me to the mystery and magic of possibility
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