Author’s Note: The battle with chronic illness continues.
Content warning: Depiction of struggles with chronic illness and health.
The sun is shining
but it is dark inside.
A storm is brewing.
Doubts cluster at edges,
walk me off ledges,
leave me hanging
by my fingertips.
Nothing but good news
but it feels like bad news.
Worries are stewing.
Hurts bleeding in stages,
lock me in cages,
leave me wounded
and bleeding again.
This is a battle
I’m defending my ground.
I take on the fight.
Thoughts murky and cloudy,
make it too rowdy,
take me back down
to the rubbish heap.
Crawling my way up
until the dark is gone
and I stand in the light.
Hold onto the good things,
hear what my heart sings.
All is not lost
and I’m found again.
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