MysteryA Poem by Mysty RaynI’m just so tired I could curl up and cry. My body a medical mystery. Has the stress and pain finally taken hold? My body breaking down. All the doctors and tests. My baby girl watching. Mommy sick, that’s all she knows. Will I die? Will I leave her behind? Who will ever really know? I hold my head up. I move forward today. Tomorrow. For as long as I have. I hold her. -Mysty Rayn
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