*Dedicated to Joyce Cohen Paquin*
We come from different walks of life
All ages
Illnesses
Diseases
That have us begging
To get better
Some even want us to give up
To die
But we don't
We want to live
To persevere
Like the
Phoenix rising from the ashes
We want to leave our ills behind
Move toward the sky
The sun
On a cloudless day
Fly through the air
Never looking back
All of it a representation
Of what we are fighting
The ashes
Our illnesses/diseases
Other people who don't care nor want to
The medicine that doesn't work
The endless calls that produce nothing
The fire
The phoenix
Rising
Away from the gloom
Our hope
That all is not lost
That we are strong
We help each other
Lean on each other
Sisters, brothers not through blood
But through experience and understanding
Small families who still care enough
To hold out
That phoenix
The firebird of the ancient world
Is our soul fire
Heart song
We aren't staying buried in those ashes
We surpass them
One problem at a time
We are one
One
And not invisible
We are the
Phoenix rising from the ashes
Watch our fight to fly away eternal
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ME Survivor (Book 3)
Poetry17 million people around the world suffer from Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or ME and it is incurable and untreatable. The disease is called ME but Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the name the CDC gave it. Doctors for the most part think that it is...
