Wear My Pain Like A Crown 8.21.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

Sitting at work, dreaming of food - what else,
got hold of oats and coconut biscuits, creamy
white choc-filled, decided since I already felt
bad, might as well have some; tasted swell -
correction, understatement - tasted marvelous!

Now the happy result, I can pay for my sins,
a million-trillion-billion cicadas chirping in my
ears, nausea in the stomach, eyes out of focus -
yep, all is well, I'm still allergic, succumbing to
a range of symptoms

No fear of a cure having been effected; no
prayers for release from the thorn in my flesh
have been heard, apparently this cross is
meant to be borne, I cannot escape in any
way; maybe this is the price

I have to pay for my loved ones being safe
and my own positive life; so I'll buckle down,
wear my pain like a crown...