Incurable
Trying my best to rise,
yet I fall straight on my behind.
A cosmetic and crucial destruction of my skin—
who can cure the incurable?
I don’t know.
But one thing for sure:
I will stick through it.
I will assist the ones who cannot afford,
the ones who cannot even get the medication.
Migraines force migration,
urgent needs crossing borders.
When will it stop?
When will healing become curable
in my own country?
Poetic Works of Petra Fafina Marina Patrice
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Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice (
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There are feelings of wanting to get beyond and help but being pulled back by what is in place. Frustration and desire paired. Nicely written
Thank you Sorenbarrett
You are most welcome
Petra, this is deeply moving...pain and resilience woven together. “Migraines force migration” and the cry for healing resonate far beyond the page. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan
We all need to keep going Petra, never give up.
Andy
Yes true, thank you Andy.
This is a beautiful written out poem. You’ve expressed a deep urgency for healing, and more. This is painful and heartbreaking yet you’ve managed to pull through as you’ve written so much words that express exactly what you’ve been feeling, needless to say this is giving strength that which you need it and you have received it. It’s all written as it is. 🥂✨🙏🏼.
Thank you Keyara
this cry for cure - hope its heeded, before it's too late for so many who are afflicted. .and no one needs to migrate to get cured
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