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it's a phrase
i hear often.
i get why.
pain is
an indescribable mess.
it's a
tangled
jumbled
ball of rope
that ensnares me
strangles me
in a way
numbers will never
be able to describe.
my 4
may be your 8.
it is
impossible to know.
pain is relative.
it depends
on tolerance.
numbers will never
tell you
how the ropes
holding me back
feel.
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the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness
Poetryone person's reflection on living with fibromyalgia