Wow @lymepoet, this is really something; I'm a bit at a loss for words; it's dark and heavy and beautiful. I'm submitting this to c-squared, but I also wanted to call @quillfire over here; not sure if you two have met yet, but I think you'll like each other's work if you haven't.
@lynncoyle1 & @lymepoet,
Hi Lynn. Thanks for the call out. Lavi and I actually go way back.
Lavi, this poem, and its predecessor, reminded me of two things: the Biblical story of Satan tempting Christ in the desert, and, Shakespeare's soliloquy, To Be or Not To Be. The former is pretty obvious, the latter, perhaps less so.
To Be or Not To Be is a contemplation of suicide, an explanation of why we "fight to live" despite the agonies of life. As usual, it's hard to imagine improving upon the Bard's craft:
At some point, life becomes a Force of Will, a contest between combatants. In your case, it's you against the bugs. The bastards want to break you and, to add irony to agony, the medical profession, that is supposed to be trying to make things better, often makes things worse.
A few weeks ago, my daughter and I were talking about Steemit (it involved a fair amount of swearing on my part). Anyway, we now make short-hand reference to the Three Musketeers: @girlbeforemirror, @lymepoet and @lynncoyle1. The three of you have dealt with a "Sea of Troubles" in a manner I find awe-inspiring. And, the fact that the three of you maintain a semblance of sanity (as much as girls can be thought to be sane) ... is remarkable. And so, as you have undoubtedly noticed, I remark.
There is steel within you Lavi, forged by fire and tempered with tears. It is the metal of warriors. And warriors ... war.
Quill
Thank you Quill! That's so kind of you to say.
But, am I pretty? :)
Here's something for you: my entire life, I've had very few friends who were girls, because yes, they are insane :) When I was in high school, my poor father used to flinch, watching a car load of boys come to pick me up on a Saturday night ... all just friends. He couldn't understand it :)
Thank you, Quill! I truly appreciate it.
Thank you! We do know each other; I do love his writing!
I put 3 musketeers into pixabay, for an illustrated response to speak for me, as I'm not mustering words that feel worthy, or perhaps I'm feeling too wearisome to harvest them at the moment. It offered me this -
I shall seek my words again soon, this is not what I had in mind.
A Strong women search yielded gym junkies. I was not nearly this indomitable when I could bench press or do chin ups. Although I wasn't this invisible either. Maybe I'm more like a ninja now. I move unseen, unnoticed, in the shadows... No my ego is too big to be a ninja. Samurai maybe.. Onna-bugeisha
Ok, words are there festering, I should stir this soup before it gets too gluggy and sticks to the side of my brain forever.
@girlbeforemirror,
That photo ... I'm laughing my ass off. I'll let you guys decide which one's which.
Samurai, definitely Samurai. Ninja, were famous for being ... silent. :-)
*Quill