It’s been a difficult week.
Every time I think it’s over, I realize it hasn’t even reached its peak.
But today as I walked to my car
I proudly showed my battle scars
and limped because of the bruise on my foot
because I decided despite what I’ve gone through,
I refuse to watch the world spin while I stay put.
I guess this week has really changed my point of view.

But today I walked to my car
It was raining and cold
and my shoes, they were soggy soled,
my cheeks flushed red
and a pounding pain in my head.
This week I woke up every morning and had to put on war paint
But for the pain I’ve felt, I have no complaint.

This week I’ve had blood on my hands
and I’ve fought tooth and nail
I really don’t think any one understands
what’s its like to keep hope alive while everyone around you ails
This week I was hit in the face
And thrown down to the ground
But I have no problem keeping pace
And I’ll soon be on the rebound.

But today I felt the chill in the air
and I felt worn for wear
and I felt really down
and I felt like I was going to drown
and I felt sorrow deep in my chest
and I felt so incredibly stressed
and I felt pain
But for that pain I felt, I have no complaint.

Because as long as I feel pain in every breath, I will live to fight another day.
Because as long as I live to fight another day, I know that color will eventually replace the grey
Because as long as I feel pain, I will have hope that one day I won’t.
Because as long as I feel pain, I will get to crawl out of this dark cave.
Because the second I don’t feel any pain, the pain will have moved on, onto the person putting flowers on my grave.