I am myself and that is enough.
through every restless night,
when I woke the house
screaming from the pain
I could no longer keep to myself,
when the neighbors have drawn their blinds
and chanted, this pain is her own
I am myself and that is enough.
I am myself and that is enough.
through every tearful moment,
when my bed feels like a coffin
buried deep down in the
cemetery of my old life,
when all the mourners have left
and my parents can't bare to be there.
I am myself and that is enough.
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The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill
PoetryPoems about my struggle with chronic illness and how chronic illness is approached by society.
