It eats her alive with no mercy spared,

Questions of karma or just horrid luck.

Before the breaking point, she carried on,

Pain free, light moments could not dare be snuck.

How should she explain to her fellow peers,

A person with moving legs may not walk?

What distraction should she play to her ears,

When there’s too much pain to listen or talk?

Yearning for comfort and relief from this,

Her face goes grey with every moment passed.

Her mind falls down a sorrowful abyss,

Hoping and praying it will cease to last.

She knows to conquer she will have to fight,

To see the end of pain and start of light.