This is inspired by FOWC: Drain and today’s Weekly Scribblings about rest.
I see it: the way the pain drains you.
You say it with the slightly-labored breathing
And the careful, painstaking way you move.
You say it when a grin shifts into a grimace
And in your reluctance to make many movements.
I love you: saying this with a cup of cold water
And many prayers which you will never hear.
How I wish you could have a restful rest,
Without the flaming, aching joints and muscles
Which are giving a relentless test.
You conjure such a vivid picture in the first verse! And the second verse reveals how hard it can be, in a different way, for the one who observes but cannot remove the pain,.
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Some of the Covid-19 symptoms here, best watch closely and be ready for the hospital.
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This brought me to a memory of an old friend who passed away from a terminal illness (ALS) and the helplessness I felt as the disease progressed.
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Pain is such a tough hurdle in life. May those who must live with it find ease and rest.
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I also had two friends who succumbed to ALS … it is a cruel disease. This was hard to read and beautifully composed.
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It’s hard to see pain drains a loved one. A sad but beautifully written piece.
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For someone who has sat beside relatives and friends as they die how this post brought back memories of those times. Hopefully while still conscious they were able to know they were not alone.
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You cannot help their pain, but you can be there, and hope they take comfort in your presence. Lovely poem.
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