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Being unwell is a never-ending task.
A story of pain, told in both whispers and wails.
Every day, a new challenge awaits.
The fight is to simply stay afloat.
A relentless fight that no one can win.
Invisible to others, a silent war.
Exhaustion washes over in waves.
Those suffering push on.
The hope for a cure is a dream unfulfilled.
Research is slow, and funding is scarce.
For the chronically ill, hope is a fragile thing.
A future unknown.
In the shadows, we fight.
About the Creator
Patricia
I am a disabled parent who loves to write. My goal is to inspire others to embrace their authentic selves.
Comments (4)
so pure
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!
It is so stunning. Thanks.
Both strength and pain are felt in the words you've woven together to form your poem. So lovely.