All Our Days

A Painful Poem

*I have been in the bed largely since Wednesday night…in one of the harder flareups I have had in some time. After a hospital visit, and through tears, I wrote this poem:*

All Our Days

are consumed in futility

married with ashes

but that doesn’t have to be

the end of the story.

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