In less than 4 weeks,
They resurfaced again.
This time, circling through the wrist up.
Absence of chest pain
But something in your arm twinges
Akin to having a toothache while your hair was being pulled - combined.
Battling with these “creatures”
Is throbbing and very pricey.
Consumes every part of you.
Can’t help but marvel –
When will they ever abscond?
Or will they wrap this body incessantly?
Many times, giving up has crossed the mind
Wait for something hard to strike
Render the body its penalty.
But your logical self
Will pull you back to the right track
You talk to yourself, fight your way out.
The sickly body is not alone,
Not at all times
For that, such gratefulness abounds.
For sure, no one knows
How this story will end
But one thing is definite –
Continue running this race
If we will go down,
Might as well – go down fighting hard.
