Reality Of Pain. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Warm cups of tea are always comforting to this blistered hand.
Little do we know the avoidance it is trying to withstand.

These sweet concoctions.
Which mask the truth of impeccable treacherous observations.

Behind the truth of palliative care.
Is always a life lost in despair.

No one ever likes to speak ugly.
Simply because such things are not pretty.

The stress of the unknowing is fearsome.
Yet the comfort in protection is wholesome.

Continue to be there,
Continue to care.

It will be one last wish you did.
One less regret remarkably candid.