Observing suffering
I have seen suffering, true suffering.
Lying on the ground dying, struggling to breathe, reaching out only to find nothing and no one. Touch, a voice, breath, anything. Waiting and waiting and waiting for a light,
even a dim glow, to ease the unyielding
pain. Physical, Mental, Emotional, Spiritual.
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