Inspired by a prompt given by #TheMightyPoets, I came up with the poem below. Their prompt was :The mountains I've climbed. I am sharing it here because it speaks about my Lyme related struggles. It will be probably included in my next poetry collection which was supposed to be released these days, but has been delayed due to some personal problems.
Lyme is an invisible illness that most people don't know much about, don't understand or simply dismiss its existence.
taught me that in times
of need and great despair,
nothing is right, just or fair!
while your lungs gasps for air,
you’ll crumble and fall
in the bedroom, living room
or the hall.
No one will be there for you,
no one at all!
to gather the bricks, the mortar
and glue yourself back on!
with incredible speed and a terrible sound,
you’ll shiver and cry, you’ll twitch and torn,
you’ll wish you hadn’t been born.
you’ll picture yourself having a thousand deaths,
you’ll experience pains, pins, shame and regrets,
you’ll know sadness, anxiety and mistrust,
you’ll feel forgotten, left to rot, turned to dust.
you’ll wish that you hadn’t grown,
you’ll look for ways to live and go on,
to avoid rain and cold, to protect your bones!
you'll read all about spirochetes and hormones,
cause Lyme offers a hell of a ride
by the end of it, you’ll be a warrior worldwide.
Here are some of my poems:
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
ALL BOUT LOVE
A TALE OF A MINNOW AND A WHALE
LONG WAY DOWN 1
LONG WAY DOWN 2
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
YOU KNOW IT ALL
CONFESSION OF A HUSBAND
THE RETURN OF A HERX
CLOSE THE DOORS
IT IS LOVE
A CHILD'S MIND