How is the Question, Will I Sail?

How Is The Question, Will I Sail?
William McCurrach
19 August 2025

How, not why,
Is the question that needs answered it seems,
For How do you survive?,
How do you live?

When you believe you have so much to give,
But, the pain is so intense,
You lose your common sense.

When you wake up in pain,
Day after day,
Go to bed in pain,
Night after night,
You feel it in every move you make,
And wonder how much more,
Can a human body take?

Tolarate it they say,
Medicate it they say,
Exercise it all, away.

But when each move is pain,
Each step hurts you to your core,
Each breath is harder to take,
How do you keep going?
And How long can you?
Before your spirit does break?

I have seen this before,
Watched others struggle through,
Even helped many of them,
Who feel like me, not like you.

We all can feel the pain, as it hits,
We fight on through,
Every second of it.

People ask are you ok,
You laugh and this is what you say,
I am fine, I will be ok,
I take it all day after day.

One day at a time is all we can do,
and you carry on, not telling of the pain in you.
Knowing darn well, at sometime,
The pain in the body,
Will overcome your strong mind.

How much pain can the human body take,
How much can the human brain handle?
How much does one human endure?

A doctor will tell you,
even they are unsure!

Pain comes in many forms and in waves,
It wracks a body, it stops your moving,
It then hits so hard, your mind can’t handle it,
And you know what you face soon enough,
So you hang in there, trying to be tough.

Each day your spirit, grows a little weaker,
Each day you move slower, and get by like a unoiled squeaker.

You know there will come a day,
when you can’t move,
And they will take you away.

In time, you know, your time shall end,
So, what do you do and how my friend?
You hide the pain, you hide the angish,
You laugh and play, like it is just another day.

Hiding it all underneath a veil,
For you know, it soon,
Will be time for your soul to sail.