The first snows of the season
I see out my window for a reason
The bed has become both prison & sanctuary
Not letting the seeds of my soul ferry
Cold, unforgiving, frozen, white...
And I pray with all of my might
To be free, to leave my house, my room
To dust off the ever-present gloom
To be back in the world, to be free
To live out my dreams, to be me
For now patience and time I must bide
Because this illness refuses to hide
Being ignored by people held dear
Who speak to me but twice a year
You live, you learn, you move on
When trust, love, respect are gone
Yet I know in this dark tunnel there is a light
And I know I have to climb the height
To reach the edge, not look down again
Of ME, I am no fan
My iron will runs through my veins
As goals & dreams stream through my brain
I am still here and here I'll stay
I shall never go away
Someday soon I will heal and be free
To live out my dreams, to be forever me.
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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...
