Lupus - The Wolf Tomorrow, possible? Of course,you say - But who are you? Wisdom - I pray. To sort, to divide, to make sense of it. Power was mine, intuition positive Female logic, proven worth Stricken surely in my youth - Not yet fifty -- The prancing wolf, licks at me And sometimes rests - and oft times merely cages me - In pain and fear Of losing, tomorrow.
Reason for writing:
I suffer the chronic pain of Lupus, an auto-immune disease and it empowers me to allow the fear to go away in words of poetry and strength returns. Sharing is strength. Thank you.
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