Why Am I Suffering....

My Tears like Prayers

I’ve flung to thy sky

In those Charcoal notes...

Lay the last Breath of my Life...

Beloved it is Now up to you...

If I make it through...

If I Soar.....

Or through these Undiagnosed pains...

I’ll Drain & Die!

For we’re here,

As pores on my face...Pixelate...& burst

As waters of tears flow unable to bear

The Pains of dying nerves

We’re here through Silence & as Payer!

“In Complete Surrender, Coco & I!”

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It is up to You, if I Soar or Die!

“Why am I suffering, when such a lord of the Universe stands besides...as tears glisten as prayer & Hope through my nights. It’s been 20years of a long night, where I’ve lived through the failings of a body, through draining that make me sink, unable to breathe or speak, these flares that have a life of its own, for why they trigger it’s only a mystery. 20years of surviving & thriving solely through my spirit & the brokenness that is a gift. Many a rivers of tears I’ve wept, known mostly to Coco & my Beloved. 20years through un-diagnosed pain & months of bedridden, Beloved you know, Now I simply don’t, cause I’ve become a prayer.

Through muscular-nervous weakness, some art through prayers

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©️ Meghna/2021