In this world
I write this watching real me shrink
As illness consumes my very core
Sometimes, meds are miracles.
Martyr no more
astounded one could care
about so much
that was another’s cross
He is precious to someone, that boy, now man
Metal cot sporting buckles, sheetless now – it’s safety first.
Early-onset illness, medication self-prescribed,
Perception, options and self-worth.
Not a blink or a nod or a thought
Springs to mind
Minus demons stealing moments of importance.
In the shower