Invisible me: Living with an Undiagnosed Chronic Illness

Invisible me

is not seen as a priority

life is forever on hold

already retired and old.

A name to put towards the pain

would ease the strain

of wasting away

it always feels wrong to pray.

But it’s sometimes not wished for

because you know that with it you’d still feel alien and sore.

Invisible me

is not seen as a priority

memories of clean rooms

darkened by judgement

no longer seen as a place for healing

remembered as a place best described as this inward pain turned out

taken in by a trusted but susceptible mind and sent back out again through words.

In a warped version of life

In a vision, good news turns all bad when the future was supposed to have something to make me glad.

Thank you for reading! ❤ I hope you’re having a lovely day!

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