What's the point
Of getting up
If you're going
To be immediately
Exhausted
Exhaustion
G-d, I hate
That word!
It doesn't end
Ever
No break
Walking up a flight of stairs
Is exhausting
Washing my hair
Is exhausting
Lifting my arms
Is exhausting
Sitting, standing, walking, even breathing
Is exhausting
I'm not living life
I'm merely existing
As each day
Bleeds into one
There's no start
Or finish
Sometimes I wish
I could lay
In my bed
Under my blanket
Surrounded by this
Cocoon
And just not bother
With anything at all
Thinking of what I
Have to face
Makes my
Self-improvised safe place
Just get tighter
Around me
Yes I'm a fighter
No I don't give up
But at this moment
The literal world
Is on my shoulders
And it weighs so much!
Can I just hide
In my
Cocoon
And forget the world
Just this once?
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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...
