Beyond The Pain
There used to be a time I could call my friends and ask
“can you come and get me” they’d say be there in a flash.
But now I keep on hoping that our friendships can outlast
all these emotions I’m spewing as I process all my past.
I try to keep them close because we have always had a blast.
But all I can give is silence cause I’m bursting at the seams,
I don’t sleep much anymore as it’s crept into my dreams.
Yeah my body’s going haywire and I don’t have control.
I thought I had it for a while but now my body pays the toll.
Being sick isn’t easy and and the farthest thing from fun.
Still I take the meds, shots and procedures ‘cause the work is never done.
Each treatment only holds so long,
so my body needs more to keep it holding on.
My mind is a tornado of many different thoughts,
all of them bad cause i have already fought,
so many battles in this body that no one else can see.
So I hide the pain inside until it begins to seep, into all of those friendships and places it shouldn’t be.
But when my mind hits overload and I still pretend it’s fine,
I know should have left then, I didn’t, a bad choice of mine.
It’s so lonely knowing you’re not like other people your age.
Like, most of you have never felt your body was your cage.
And this prison is on lockdown and I can never get a break.
I really just don’t know how much more I can take.
I keep trying to pretend I’m not in so much pain, cause I’ve lost some friends for excessively trying to explain,
that this is my life every second, of every minute, of every day.
I promise I’m not trying to shove it in your face,
but there’s no way you can understand this messed up, terrible place.
While my body is the prison, my life is what’s at stake.
So I keep on going and then they start to say I’m “brave”,
As if my choice wasn’t keep on living or you’re heading to your grave.
I hate to admit that this life breaks me every single day,
so I try to find my purpose somewhere beyond the pain.
By: Kate Tierney #mightypoems #ChronicIllness #RareDisease