Pain lives in places no scan can see—It steals my steps, it burdens me.It grips my back, my hips, my knees,and robs the simple things with ease. I turn to you, the one who knows,who sees beyond what scans disclose:I bring a hurt no test can show.Please guide me where the answers go. I cannot work, I cannot run;the walks and laughter all are gone.Ice numbs and rest dulls the flame,and yet the pain returns the same. I do not seek escape or flight—I ask for help to stand upright,to lift, to walk, to live with grace,to find some light in this dark place. You map the nerves, you scan the spine,you trace the pain along each line.Somehow its cause still slips from sight—a woven storm of nerve and mind. When you look past what scans reveal,when you believe the pain I feel,you offer more than just repair—you show mesomeone still cares.
Harjot Uppal (Thu,) studied this question.