viewed from the outside
my life is a true success
a recent promotion
vocational accolades
deserved? arguable at best
I appear to be adept
at appearances

what is the reality?
does anyone know?
the physical pain
the emotional strain
the quest for the abilty to heal
a body so apparently easy
to overlook

overwhelmed by frustration
gentle love and support keeps my fury
at least somewhat
at bay

but the pain is deep
and the anger brews
and even in the company of those who love me
I still feel strangely
alone