...It is Temporary.

Pain.

Arriving without warning 

Tears pooled

Overflowing

Hidden when no one's around

Vision thick and Smokey

Cloning

Empty words and promises

In a crowd Steppit and Fetchit

Clowning 

No air to breathe; lungs constricted

No end in sight

Stifling

Can't move. Can't feel. Can't see.

Never learned to swim

Drowning

Goddess of love and light

DNA non-plussed free-forming

Such is the life 

Soaring among the clouds 

Heart and soul untamed

Redeeming 

Doves growing caged-in

Seeing

Longing for the moment of flight

Meaning

Gates opened, they are hoaming

Flying south, they are roaming

Comfort zone

Reveling in the abyss

All minds on movement 

What kind of freedom is this

There's no saving another

The process is within

It starts with starting

You need only to begin

Heart and soul irrevocably bereaving

Sacrifices versus choices, the mind is 

Deceiving 

But not the heart

Walking that path wreaks havoc 

Wounds and scars sewn together 

Actions casting doubt

But it's a habit

Open and full of love

Thoughts reeling 

Soul on the mend

Still loving love

Heart Healing 

Choices were made by deceit, sans seething

Secondary picks - shocking and mean-spirited

Internal

Aortic bleeding

Prowess of the aura

Unflinching. Unfailing.

Soul made of gold

Undamaged and still Legendary

The. Pain. Upon. Thee. Is. Simply. Temporary.

Feeling the unending inflicted pain, 

Rhetorical question, "What happened to Standing The Rain..."

#iAmShe 

For all intents and purposes fortunate or un-, this is my life.