TRAPPED
Trapped in a body that’s not mine,
I want to run free, but I am in chains.
Trapped in a life that’s not mine,
I was meant to do more than this.
Trapped in a cycle of appointments,
Doctors, physical therapy, surgeries, procedures.
Trapped in a place I don’t know,
I want to feel safe, but I don’t.
Trapped in the cold,
I need some warmth…
Trapped in the heat,
I need some air.
Trapped because I trusted too easily,
Trust will no longer be free.
Trapped in a life I don’t want,
A life that’s not mine to take.
Trapped with so much love to give
And cursed with no new life to give it to.
Trapped because I loved too much,
This kind of love only traps me more.
Trapped in a cruel cycle of pain
Physical, emotional, more physical.
Trapped
And I see no way out.
Joynpain2 
Reblogged this on Migraine Discussions and commented:
This is worth more attention, it’s very well written, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it myself.
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I can resonate with that.
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I certainly understand this one, my friend. Well written and thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas!:)
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Merry Christmas to you too. I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk. I love ya, girl!
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Getting ready to go to my moms. Gotta do the Christmas Eve thing, ya know? If I don’t talk to you tomorrow, definitely Thursday, for sure. You and Mr. M. enjoy your wine……………………………………
Love ya,
Wild Thang
We have to leave now, supposed to be there by 5:00 p.m.:)
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I hope you have a great time!
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Wasn’t so great. Too much suffering. Sick of feeling like this all the time. I hope you and M. had a good Christmas. I’ll skype you in just a few minutes if you’re going to still be on.
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Give me a few mins. M is going to call his mom.
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Nevermind. Didn’t work. I’m here when you’re ready.
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you ready for skype?
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