I hold my head in my hands with no plans on how not to hurt. Relief is what I yearn. Just a little to get me by. No matter how hard I try, I still end up asking why? This excruciating Pain I can’t contain is destroying me. No peace of mind, no serenity. The doctors are clueless and I continue to protest. No one seems to understand the energy that Pain demands. It cancels all plans. Pain is very selfish, and does not want to share me with anyone. It takes control of my mind, my thoughts I am unable to find. Confusion steps in; sound becomes so profound, bright light affects my sight. No rest for the weary. Pain moves to my neck. I am trying to keep my sanity in check. The pain in my shoulders begins to attack. Why me? I just want to be set free. Pain can’t let me go. I try to flee, but Pain pulled me by my right shoulder and said no, feel me. Pain says I am comfortable here, I know my way around, and there is no place in you that I have not found, but your HEAD is my bed. I look for an escape, the medicine the doc told me to take. Pop one, pop two. That should do the trick. An hour later, I still feel sick. Pain says I will now mess with your mood. Making your attitude crude. Causing others around you to feel abused and confused. Pain is enjoying this. I continue to resist. No, I say. Pain let me be. Pain laughs and says you can’t beat me! I am your destiny. I run to Psalm 129:2, They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me. Still feeling weak, I hide and seek out Peter 2:24, by his stripes you have been healed. Yes, the devil, oops, I mean the pain is defeated. If it was only this simple to just pray the pain away.