Always hurting and in pain.
Trying to adapt as I go.
No direction, no guidance, no knowledge.
I guess you can call it going with the flow.
The pain is deep, it is embedded.
Progressing, alive, with a mind of its own.
My DNA has been left unattended.
Lots of diseases and Illnesses I have been bestowed.
Fighting against an assailant,
Drama every which way I turn,
This ailment, that ailment,
I’m just left here to burn.
Imagine that every day.
Imagine the heartache that comes with that.
The turmoil and dismay.
The affect, the impact.
It’s my life as a chronically ill mom,
Living in my own body like a lessee,
This is being a chronically ill woman,
This is Me Being Chronically Ill Me.