Crawling Out From Under The Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is a force to be reckoned with, doing everything
possible to be cured of all that's ailing, yet one
thing after another keeps crawling out from under the
shadows somehow.

Being hit with pain, nausea, all types of symptoms,
related and unrelated, making doctors puzzled as to
why so many things are happening.

Taking one thing at a time, doctors eliminate a
problem only to have another suddenly crop up,
wishing for peace and an ending of pain, praying,
slowly going downhill, but not wanting to give in.