I’m trying to learn to use wordpress better and am admittedly computer-challenged. When I originally posted this, it wasn’t tagged.
Nowadays, we’re everywhere: sickies who look fine.
With a glance, it seems that there’s no reason we should whine.
But if the world could have a trial living in our shoes,
they would find, most certainly, they had the chronic blues.
Friends and loved ones try and try, but never understand
the challenges and energy our illnesses demand.
It’s because we look just fine. They cannot see what’s wrong.
Only test results can prove we’ve been sick all along.
It’s hard for us, who lead sick lives, to say we’re not depressed.
We know the hell will never end, “not terminal,” at best.
You can’t forget it, any day; you never get a break.
It goes on while you’re sleeping, it’s here when you’re awake.
Decades pass, the illness lasts, and yet we trudge on through.
People sometimes say, “You’re brave.” But what else can we do?
Illnesses and hospitals…
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