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#chronicillness poems

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numbthere comes a point in life when you feel nothing / you can smoke a pack of cigarettes in one setting and not even get sick / you can cut yourself ten times over and never feel the *****

@LunaLynn_Poetry16

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Dear Anxiety and Depression,You have become an all to familiar presence in my life. From the wave of incompetence that often washes over me as soon as I wake up, to the heavy ache that nuzzles itself beside me as I sleep – you are the unwanted intruders that force themselves into the comfort of my being. You haunt me with my own thoughts, and use my fears and insecurities against me. Time and time again you feed me lies by telling me that I am not worthy - that I am not good enough for success or deserving of love. Sometimes you even tease me by leaving for a short while, giving me a small glimpse of freedom - only to quickly return with new and more powerful tricks up your sleeve. / Together you are the dichotomy that makes it absolutely impossible to get through even the most remedial of tasks. Anxiety, you keep me awake at night by preying on my paranoia, causing me to obsess over every stupid mistake I have ever made, and reminding me of all the things that I have not done. All the while, Depression you cast your cloud upon me by keeping me in bed all day, and telling me that nothing matters anyway. This unrelenting battle in my mind puts me in a state of frantic melancholy – constantly sending me to the brink of madness. Learning to understand how to live with you is like learning how to live in a body that is not mine. / You are the wildfire that will stop at nothing to destroy every sign of life within its path, and I am the blackened remnant of a forest. Gasping for breath in oxygen depleted air – I desperately cling onto the slightest bit of life I can find. I fight to gain control over this insanity. I will not let you win.

@mikayla-mcgarvey9

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to be without shellI feel as if my head is sliding off my neck like ice cream melting down the cone. I am a witch melting, shrinking smaller as my spine stacks horizontally like shiplap. My body has been refurbished into a pinball machine. Something so tiny as a silver ball destroys so much. It bullets through my body, shooting off like Cuban missiles. I feel the turmoil and chaos seeping through the gutters of this old home of bones. It's like spilled oil sludging through my blood vessels or rats scattering through a sewer, nibbling and feasting away on these muscles of mine until they are frayed like gnawed-on cable wires. At odd hours of the night when time is propelled by the safe travels of breath (that weave in and out like Victorians at a ball) from sleepy children who have yet been touched by monsters or nymphs, whereas each of my breaths steer Odysseus's weather-beaten boat through ten years of treachery. My heavy, melting head slowly sloping like clay off a bust makes its home on my dingy pillow as I lay on a prison bed with cold shackles around my ankles that make my bones shatter into a mosaic as if that could shrink my ankles so I can slip out. I feel like a chained hawk at these hours of the night when I just want to fly until I screech to a halt and flail over the cliff that waterfalls into the ends of the universe. I'd be reluctant at first, perhaps, but what other escape does one have other than to make an autopsist's Y-incision on one's body, then slip out like a hermit crab freeing himself from his heavy shell? Embarking onto a new dimension where there's hope for a radical swap of atoms that don't shape a crippled, deteriorating human is the only choice when you want to live a life other than what you were cursed with. May we then find peace and live as naked souls bearing no heavy shells.

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my body rebelsEvery inch of my body is screaming, blazed with fire / There's lightning between my shoulder blades / Rain dripping from my dewy greens

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Haiku #9I should just give up / The doctors don't have a clue / It seems they're done too

@LunaLynn_Poetry3

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as the world awakesSometimes I believe my body is cursed / When I am burdened with all this pain / Wearing my disability like a bright, red stain

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AeaeaI live my life on an island, / and my world is small. / I stand for hours on my shore,

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infernoMy hands are shaking / My heart is racing / My feet are pacing

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Trapped InsideMy body is my own worst enemy / Trapped. / inside - and stuck

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This is how you loose Friends!Get yourself a chronic illness. / You will get frustrated with the pain, / And you will start to be aggressive towards the people you most love.

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resistancemy pain is invisible to you / as i sleep the day away / the ache never subsides

@LunaLynn_Poetry58

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I quitI see my mirror posted on my wall. / I stop and stare at what I see. / I can't fix the mess in front of me.

@samantha-hudson15

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Will You Still Love Me?Will you still love me / with my special disease: Hepa B? / will you still say that you adore

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Would I Find My FatherIf I lay on that big, white bed for along time, / will you help me find my Father? / If I put tubes in my arm

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chronic knowing (it's not cute)why is there a line / between living wholly / and holding on to scraps

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chronicsomething has to be better / just has to be / what a life to live to always be in pain

@LunaLynn_Poetry8

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SteadfastI hope you will be there with me / In the long winter without spring: / Ever green, star bright, true north.

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An Infinite Void of NothingnessI feel like I live in an infinite void of nothingness. Between the vast worlds that I remain The Observer to. I’ve been in so many things, but never fully committed, be it by my own volition or external circumstances. Perhaps no one has and the continuity and consistency I seek is all an illusion generated by my limited presence in the spaces I transiently call home in a desperate attempt to belong to things that I feel deep down I simply can’t. Do I know it to be certain, or is it merely faulty—unhealthy—subconscious programming? I wish I knew. / I have so much potential—I sincerely know it; I see it every day. Yet, despite this, I remain a car in fifth gear, wheels spinning in winter’s freezing, putrid slush, and remain stationary as I drain all my energy, rocking back and forth across the slippery driveway. / Like my body and brain—like me—my devices’ batteries seem to drain too quickly; where’d all that time and energy go? Yet, Time seems to firmly drag me along through an eternity, moment to moment, when pain strikes me with its sour, sharp, and nearly all-penetrating hand.

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I shouldn't text him, even though I want toThe plan was to break up with me at a coffee shop / That’s smart, I think / A public place, entirely neutral.

@gracerodgers32

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NumeromancyHeavy days and / Hollow nights / I note the numbers and try

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On RestToday it is ok to hold / Your body at pause / Suspend your animation temporarily let your bones keep

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SpiralingThis morning I woke up with my hand hurting again. / I wake up most mornings with an ache of some sort, / whether it be physically or emotionally.

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Ode to My Insurance CompanyI wish my lotion had glitter in it / I also wish my head didn't hurt / I had a nightmare that I was back in the hospital the day my insurance company denied my medication

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Love Note ToA harsh wind is blowing / Whistling and shrieking down / The peeks and ridges of our collective anxiety

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On the bright sideThe nurse got me in one stick / A bed is ready for me upstairs, / just as my angry ER neighbor reaches higher octave

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