Category : Poems

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I’m terrified of pain.

I’m afraid my heart with break in such a way that I will not be able to repair it, again.

I’m terrified my body will betray me, while I watch it break into pieces, despite the health decisions I’ve made to better my life.

I’m petrified by the mere thought my soul won’t leave, should my time be due. 
That I would be forced to watch myself die slowly with a wakeful mind, old and alone. 

The constitution of pain governs my 
life patterns, my thoughts, my actions.

It body’s a spread of subcategories, 
And lingers on each;
The mind, the heart, the soul.