Sick yet alive
I am.

Thin as a stick, devoid of life
Tubes sticking on me.

I fought and relied
On a machine to live

5 years and counting, I'm 10
I have lived in the white rooms

Halls and ceiling are painted white-- it's so empty, I wanted to see more colors than this.

I haven't stepped foot outside the world that much-- But How can I feel it's cruelty when I've always been inside?

My friends, the other patients, have gone well--
Telling me I'll be too, I'll breathe the fresh air too. Like they did.

My best friends, the doctors and the nurses
Treats me well; But Why do I feel so unloved?

I wanted to play outside with them too
Hold the ball and throw it,
run and run till I can't anymore.

All I do was sleep and I can't even see the grassy fields-- nor the flowers
I don't even know the smell of them

My buds doesn't know the taste of freedom
Candies, junk foods and other simple things-
The other kids eat, All I knew was medicines.

But I held onto this
I knew someday I'll be able to walk around
Play and laugh like when I was one

I'm weak I know, But the world teaches the weak more than the strong one
So I'll hold on and not perish

One day, Some day I'll be able to step foot outside
Feel the breeze of the cool wind
Swim and let the ocean engulf me.

I'll be able to feel freedom
And taste how beautiful life can be.

Like they did.

One day.
But for now, I'll hold on.
Clench my teeth and endure.

S t i. t c h