How Dare You!
By Marilyn Mackenzie
How dare you tell me
To get a grip
To paste on a smile
To take a trip
How dare you tell me
It doesn't hurt
When I'm the one who's in pain!
How dare you tell me
I don't look sick
I look just fine
I'm making it up
How dare you tell me
It isn't real
When I'm the one who would know!
How dare you tell me
To ignore the pain
To just go on
To do what I do
How dare you tell me
I shouldn't be sad
When I'm the one who's depressed!
I'd never wish this pain upon you
Or the foggy forgetfulness either
I'd never ask that you be so sad
That you couldn't get out of bed
Or do what you normally do
Well, I would never wish these things
Because I've asked God to help me
Love you instead of wishing you harm.
And while we're on the topic of God?
How dare you tell me
That I should pray more
Or have better faith
Or find my lost God
How dare you tell me
I don't have enough faith
When I'm the one who prays for both of us.
I dare not judge you, though.
How dare you judge me.
How about if we just pray for each other.
That if God will not take this burden from me,
He will show me how to make it benefit Him.
And that God will keep you well
As He softens your heart just one little bit
As you look at those of us
Who don't look sick.


Comments: 37
I wish everyone could read this poem..
I know when my back was hurting me so severely and I parked in the handicapped parking space sometimes, people gave me the ugliest looks. I was walking, sure, but only until I could get in the store and find a riding buggy. I had a tag on my car, but that wasn't enough for them. They didn't know that some of those times I was in such agony until I could sit back down.
I know God healed my back, but not because I prayed more or was better than anybody else. Who knows why certain things are allowed?
A great man of God, Smith Wigglesworth, prayed for people all over the world who were healed. And yet his own daughter never got healed of a crippling disease that she had. Did he not have enough faith? Of course, he did.
We just have to pray, and keep praying for one another. My pastor is always quoting this, "Above all, get understanding." Once we understand another persons situation, then it's not so easy to judge harshly.
What about the CAT scans and X-rays. Were they imaginary?
Kindness, love, respect and consideration are free for the taking. They are free to all of us so that we can give those gifts for free to our fellowman. It is a shame that even these free gifts are rejected by many in this day and age.
I'm thankful I don't have one!
An ounce of kindness mean so much more than a pound of ill-thought...
The pain and depression are bad enough without the commentary from others.
Some days are better than others, but I'm grateful for everyone of them.
Crippling migraines ran in our family and my dad suffered with them all his life. My mother never had a headache in her life until 3 days before she died. I had my first one when I was 3 years old. I remember telling my mom I wished she could feel it because I couldn't tell her how bad it hurt.
I remember my first really bad pain. It was an ear ache and I got sent home because the pain was so bad. I remember lying on the sofa with my ear on a hot water bottle.
For years, that was my definition of a level 10 pain (if I had know about pain levels). Then more life happened and I learned that was not the worst pain.
People get real irritated with walkers and scooters and chairs also. How sad!!!
My heart goes out to you.