A poem for you.
Another day of stress and sorrow,
Sometimes I wish there were no tomorrows
They say I am lucky and that I am blessed,
But I'm cursed with an illness nobody can detect
If time was to stop would my thoughts stop too?
Or would they just continue to run through
They say be positive one step at a time
But I have a body that's mine pretending to be alive
The truth is inside, the real me has died
Sometimes my conscious talks to me
It tells me my mind and me that we can be free
I believe that that's true, that I will pull through
And if you're reading this, I hope you do too.
Stefi x
