Soaring With Eagles by Kathleen Rodgers

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The Horse -unknown author

 
Pain

Pain...It's always there...lurking just beneath the surface....

waiting for its chance to rule my body


Aches...they creep up and down my joints...doing all they can

do try and hold me down


Destruction... slowly all my cartilage is eaten up with disease...

no longer can it hold me up as I try to run or jump


Frustration...I find myself sick and tired of not being able to

do the things I want to do...my mind says I can do them yet my

body tells me NO


Tears...of sorrow flow down my face...a reflection of the pain I feel

Questions...fill my mind...will I let this pain control my life or will I reign over it


Hope...for a brighter future even amidst the pain


Happiness...thoughts of the good things that have come from this...

patience...understanding...compassion...

Time...to spend with family... for contemplation as to my purpose here on

earth...to be the me that God intended me to be


Pain...it's always there...But...no longer does it rule me!


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