Poem: Ebb and Flow

Finding Strength in Chronic Struggle

In the quiet of exhaustion’s embrace,
Where shadows linger and pain finds its place,
We navigate a labyrinth of unseen strife,
Bound by the ebb and flow of life.

With whispered breaths and weary sighs,
We face the truth beneath the lies,
That in this realm of chronic pain,
Our struggles wax and wane.

But in the midst of darkness, we find a voice,
A word to share, a choice—rejoice!
For in the language of our shared despair,
We find solace, we find care.

Relapse, we say, with bittersweet grace,
A word to paint our transient space,
Where symptoms surge and hope feels frail,
Yet in its utterance, we unveil

The truth of our journey, the depths of our fight,
The courage it takes to face the night,
And though our bodies may bend and break,
In our spirits, resilience awakes.

So to all who suffer, in silence or in song,
Know that in relapse, you are not wrong.
For in the telling of our tale,
We find strength, and we prevail.

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