Buried alive
by illness’ onset
only hope for escape
tunnel whose guilt-lined
walls oozed mucous
of neglect, sorrow
so raw, shredded
faith – no light
just a dull
pulse
screaming –
I am alive.
(Chronic illness is a game changer. No amount of ambition can turn the tide. One is left to face the onslaught of that which has been oppressed or skipped over. I wrote this poem early in my journey with ME. Amazingly, no matter what, spirit still clings to life. Image from personal collection.)
Really connect with this one. Chronic illness is so hard; it’s almost indescribable. But you did a good job, and the final line really hit the nail on the head, for lack of better words.
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Thanks. The one thing we learn is how resilient the spirit is.
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Welcome. Yes, we can get used to about anything.
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Loved it🤗
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Thank you!
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It always amazes me how the human spirit keeps going, for the most part, no matter what is heaped on it.
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I agree – most amazing.
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So glad to know you as survivor … your open sharing of challenges and coping is a gift.
“Buried alive by illness” … puts most concerns we grumble about to shame.
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Thanks Jazz. I need to remind myself from time to time that things can be (and were) worse.
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Very powerful poem and accompanying image.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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