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Yesterday, every injured step I took was painful
like I was walking on hot coals with my entire body broken into fleshy muscle, cracked bones and dangling limbs.
The old, blue carpeted stairs in my home offered no comfort,
I clutched the shaky wooden banister in order to move, very slowly, inch by inch.
I could not hide my pain to the three members of my family
and I told them I was in pain.
Perhaps they couldn’t see me or hear me through my gloomy, cloudy fog
for no one offered sympathy or support;
No one even acknowledged my pain or my cream-cheese face or lack of appetite.
My head pounded from the sound of relentless jackhammers inside me,
It was like I was throwing myself repeatedly against the same jagged edges of a mirror,
Cutting myself, dripping with bright red blood all over my pale fleshy body.
I told them I was in pain,
Yet no one seemed to hear me.