Recovery

Hurts from tip to follicle.. the beat in my brain plays in sync with the sounds of my heart... in my throat the same song. I want it to be over... my happiness hindered by the over of the hang. If I close my eyes for hours in the early morning I shall wake with a new hope of recovery. It comes with a pain in my core that goes away when fed. I pull myself up, dizzy from the sounds of the voices in my slumber. A smile graces me.. I am tickled with glee. Have I forgotten the force with which it left?