chronic illness – Thistle Thoughts

I Have No Words

I am filled with gratitude

“I don’t know how to sugarcoat it, so I’m not going to…”

This brings me to an announcement…

“I’ve been working on poetry every chance I get…”

“Wrong”

“mezzogiorno (12 PM)”

These days when breath is hard, when new pains & new ailments nearly overtake me, I’m finding it easier to pray through it.

I’m being as patient as possible

As if the body didn’t have enough foreign invaders to fight off.

I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.