
Theres something in how she says those words
It’s meant to be comforting
But I’ve been here too many times before
It feels like I don’t know
Or it’ll sort itself out
But they don’t know my body is my enemy
I’m fighting a battle where both sides lose
Causing me pain
Getting more extreme in its rebellion
There is no known agenda
Not one my doctor cares to find
Sit tight
Come back if it doesn’t stop
Come back if it gets worse
Nothing alarming yet
And yet all my alarm bells get louder
The check engine light gets brighter
The screaming for help turns strangled
But sit tight she says
Just sit tight
As if nothing was wrong
As if I am not tired of living inside a broken body
As if sitting tight doesn’t feel like torture
But sit tight she says
Sit tight until I see you again
Sit tight until I send you to someone else
Sit tight while I wait for someone or something to help me
Sit tight
Just sit tight
About the Creator
Maggie
I am a 28 year old stroke survivor which inspired my first poem "Thief" This was published by Hallam Press I want to share more poems with like minded creatives. I am hoping to continue to write poetry to share with fellow creatives.


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