Physical pain is a warning message, telling us to take notice and action. This poem is Part 2 of a series about my journey with disease.

I've always thought of pain as my enemy. I wanted to get rid of it, ignore it. I didn't want it in my life. It was a foreigner, an enemy, not a friend. How could something so annoying be a friend? I'd get relief from natural therapies but I refused to take a holistic balanced approach to my pain. I did not go to a medical doctor to get it investigated, even though one natural therapist wanted me to. I foolishly gritted my teeth and soldiered on.

How I interpret this feature image is the hand touching the face is pain being felt, making its presence known. The beautiful swirling colours are pain being seen as a friend, not an enemy. Beverley Joy

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