If my pain could speak
It would tell you what I seek
It will state my constant stress
And how my anxiety is a mess
It will say that I’m unable to show my pain
But the multiple spasms
Knows no limits
If the pain could speak
No one can understand
Let alone believe me
It will state it doesn’t want to breath
It doesn’t want to think
Though the heart is beating
It doesn’t even want to live
But somehow
Some hidden reservoir of self preservation
I’m still alive
Then…
The anxiety happens
I wish I could explain
But it never ending
I’m constantly defending
Against my own mind and my own body
Even though I’m function
It comes out of nowhere
But as I’m still a women
Just associates with chronic pain
And surround anxiety
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