it’s breaks upon my consciousness
another cycle
reaches low
disappointed I hear the sirens begin again
but it’s slower this time
and I soon stop trying to remember brushing up against the alarm
stepping across invisible boundaries
disrupting security lasers
it was never my fault
just as it isn’t now
living with a cyclical autoimmune disease, personal blame has been a frequent struggle. But I was only 13 when it started and it wasn’t my fault then, and my continued flares certainly aren’t now. It’s cyclical, which means false hope has been a frequent struggle as well. This time around I realized that though I’ve seen major improvement in the past year, I’m likely to experience many more unavoidable cycles of inflammation, but they will be less severe.