Narrative Poem

She  always stands there and smiles

No matter how bad the pain

It could go on for miles

The red on her arms like a stain

She never lets us know

Afraid and ashamed

She never lets it show

She’ll never be exactly the same

She stands there being brave

The smile never leaves her face

She just wants to be saved

From the pain that makes her world a bitter, dark place

I wish I could help her

Take away the pain

But it was too late to help her

The disease already ran through her veins

Why won’t she tell us?

We hear her cry at night

She just tells us to hush

Will she ever be alright?

She gets mad too easy

It makes her cry

Her life used to be free and breezy

What did she do to deserve this? Why?

She prays for mercy

Every single night

Hearing her in pain kills me

I just want it all to be alright

She walks in the church

Hearing the sound

What she had searched

Had finally been found

She becomes better

Not in as much pain

She believes it is all going to be better

Hoping everything has changed

Days go by

And she is still alright

Oh, God, why?

Here begins another fight

She thought it was over

Thought the pain was all gone

She was such a strong believer

Now she feels so alone

She prayed and prayed

Why does she have to suffer so

It’s not a game she played

She just wanted the pain to go

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