My Fear, My Faith

Fear of motion, fear of pain.  Hoping it won’t start again!   Constant companion, constant foe.  Endless presence, endless woe.  Angel pills bring some relief,   But they're disguised as a thief.  Gives a moment of some peace,  then leaves you burning and with some heat.  Two white to relax, two blue to relieve.  It as if I'm living a very bad dream!

Don’t take too much or be accused that your enjoying your bad news! Take two much, your always thinking

all hope you lose of even living!  Nerve block injections add to the force.  Longer relief sent straight to the source.  If I move, does it begin?  A turn of the back, a tie of the shoe.  Maybe a walk, will my health improve?   Or leave me so I just can’t move.   Fear of motion, fear of pain.  Fear of not moving, I grow weak again.  Fear of damage, pills may wreak.  How much more, can I expect?  Fear of the surgery I have run from.   It now has come, to a dead end wall.  Face the fear it's okay, My fear from God, has all gone away.