My BodyA Poem by Barbara WalkerMy body, used to express, what I do, who I am, how I dress. For the first 36 years of my life, I didn't give my body much thought, it served me well as a woman and a wife. It functioned every day and night. It responded quickly, like turning on a light. One day smooth functioning did cease, constant pain came into my life, a most invidious beast. My spirit cheered my body to endure, the medical establishment would help me, of this I was sure. It didn't turn out that way, no matter what they did or what I tried, that insidious beast continued to stay. My spirit cannot comprehend, it doesn't understand, why life as I knew it, had to end.
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7 Reviews Added on April 7, 2008 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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