Mortality is my reality
Built on a hereditary technicality
Forever to be carried through this adventure of living
Removal of blinds
This was designed to be my baggage to carry
So I roll with the collapse of my veins
The needle exchange and the blood taken out of me
The fight taken out of me
Dispatched
Like a knick knack
Throw this girl a bone
Inside of my head asking for forgiveness
Streaks of lightening blazing through the vessel holding my essence
It is always present
Always
24hrs a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year
Sometimes I forget as if it was an illusion
Only for it to attack crippling my nature
Destroying my confidence
Displacing my light
Allowing the dim and darkness to invade
And so I lay me down to sleep
But this hospital bed is uncomfortable,
keep clicking my caller but no one will come for you....you don't look sick....
Fighting this biting pain as my disability continuously rolls through my veins in a never ending story
Wheezing, body seizing, pain meds hardly relieving
But my moans never escape
For I am strong, I am woman hear me roar
Or whimper, or cry, or......or.......or.........sigh......
I'm so tired
