At the age of 26
I feel broken
I feel lost
But the medication that I take in order to cope
Will not allow the tears to fall
Will not allow them to escape from me
My body has taken away the one therapy that truly does any wonders
I feel as if it has stolen my youth
My freedom
My fun
My enjoyment of this life
Yet I feel bad because I know that I have it so good
I am privileged and blessed beyond belief
I am surrounded with so much love and support and beauty
There’s lots of times where I feel that doesn’t matter though
What’s the point?
If I can’t run, and adventure, and fully live,
What do I do?
Somehow there is always hope
I keep telling myself that good always wins;
That everything happens for a reason;
That I will be ok
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