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Oct 2012
For days, did nothing but freak out, yelp and moan
exist with pain
Let the pop-doctor press ribs back into place
Then merciful drugs to dull the feeling, coax muscles to relax
Now I drift into sleep with little warning
during conversation, at the computer
In this state, no poetry comes through me
Today, I re-approach sanity and well being.

*How do people live with chronic pain ?
I am now beginning to see that a deeper healing can come from this, an injury which I brought on myself, through over zealous commitment to my task, needing to come to this extreme to just stop.
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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