Forced to fight,
In a war I didn’t ask for.
Forced to carry the burden,
That I don’t have the energy for.
Forced to march,
To the drum of the able body.
Forced to be silent,
When the pain has only caused me to scream.
Held at gun point by fate,
Forced to fight in the war of the healthy;
But I am too far gone to be part of this army.
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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.
