Okay

I wake up with a fog
hanging around my head.

The pain reveals itself,
it burns, aches and scratches
at my brain.

I am a walking pain pill,
asthma follows me like a
stalker it's my biggest fan,
my scars are deep and pink
raw like meat.

Depression was a fan as well,
but I block it before it hit
the swell rolling in the deep.

My immune system is broken,
it doesn't seem to understand
the difference between infection
and itself.

As for my brain, it's perfectly
sane. My sanity hangs by a thread
with boredom as its friend.

Okay cool and fine.

For now I'm just okay.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton