As if constantly,
my immobile lower body is internally alive with continuously bursting fire crackers;
my tightly bound, pulsating feet are resting on a footplate paved with warm gravels;
my whole legs are firmly wrapped with fabrics laced with angular beads;
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As if constantly,
I sit on a chair cushion filled with pebbles;
I lean my back on a backrest studded with glass marbles;
I rest my arms on armrests made of warm pellets;
I hold my shoulders up against a heavy yoke;
I lie on a bare rope-bed full of big knots;
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As if constantly, I am being
punished for a crime I have never committed;
pushed into a battle against an enemy I have never made;
forced to face a challenge I have never encountered;
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So that I may rise to the challenge, 
to transcend my pain,
to achieve triumph:
triumph over chronic neuropathic pain.

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