Inside the shroud of my own cocoon
Without intention;
Needing and wanting to be needed and wanted
By the bitterness of pain
Without the understanding by others of how it
Defines you
Separates you
Bears down upon you
Like a veil of self pity.
Renew me
Lift me up
Help me unravel the mystery
Of the how
Of the why
And let me live
My intended life.



  1. July 27, 2012 at 11:05 am

    What an expressive and honest piece of poetry. I’m so glad I found your blog and look forward to hearing more of your insight into illness.

    • lapetinaa said,

      July 27, 2012 at 12:34 pm

      Thank you so much, Narelle. After living with chronic pain for almost 3 years I still find it almost impossible to describe. I’m so happy that you found it helpful; it just feels good to know that you are not alone.

      • July 27, 2012 at 6:45 pm

        I love to read poetry. To me it desribes in words everything we are feeling, just in shortened sentences which can but impressively emotional. I have to state, it is truly the online friends that I have made who have pain themselves that I come to when I need comfort, for it is they that truly understand. An excellent example is right at this moment, it is 4.42am here in Sydney and I am having trouble sleeping. I am feeling a little down as I was hoping to attend National Pain Week festitivities today, being awake and already in pain could signal the end of my plans, but I will give myself a few more hours before I make a decision. Thank you for your reply. It is the first on my list as I lay here awake, from a lady who truly understands. Health & Happiness!

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