Her body aches,
Her bones heavy,
Muscles tighten....
Her head pounds...
The world tilts sideways,
Her breath is shallow,
She bleeds.
not in tragedy, but in rhythm,
a cycle of life that feels more like a curse than creation.
Every drop, every tear, every breath through the ache.
Cramping coils deep within, twisting her spine.
But she moves.
She works.
She shows up.
Because the world doesn’t pause for her pain.
She is a warrior in disguise,
Fighting a battle most will never see.
She's just a girl.. She doesn’t deserve the pain.
But she owns her strength...
She's just a girl...
©gerishon
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