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January 13, 2022

Invisible illness

Photo by Kat Smith on Pexels.

I live in this body

Barb wire and cement

Swirled beautiful, a perfect storm

Walking in mud for all eternity

Another diagnosis

Another pill

Another thing to rise above

Invisible tears and frozen smiles

Hold me together

I once dreamt  of being a rose

Now I just dream of weeds

Sturdy and strong

Free from thorns

Overlooked and ignored

Free to live as I like

But this body is wilting

And I feel like I’m slowly dieing

Poisoned by food

Desperately trying to crawl out of my own existence

Hiding from the crowds

Tired of being fine

Tired of stuffing myself down to make you more comfortable

I live in this body

Barb wire and cement

Not you

How can you possibly judge me

I will never be ok

But do you even care or do you just pretend

Cause that’s what we have been taught to do

Isolation from everyone

Including myself

Is the greatest gift/curse

Of this body

Riddled with pain and disease

I stumble through

One day

One step

One sigh

And I LIVE

What choice do I have

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