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Monday morning paralysis
muscles unyielding - locked into place.
My heart…
is stalled and stuttering.
I…
am
breathless
choking
Wednesday afternoon I dropped my pen
fingers rebelling, rigid and tingling.
My will…
is bent
and
br
o
k
e
n
Chasing a February sunrise
through eyes robbed of slumber
body starved of rest.
My throat…
is parched and lazy
I…
can’t
swallow this whole.
Late summer sun beats down upon my face
through my hospital room window.
My hope…
is reaching up
but…
fa
l
t
e
r
ing
I missed the brilliance of Autumn
because I couldn’t walk outside.
My legs…
wracked with crippling tremors.
I…
am
helpless.
Winter weather and white pills
to soothe my "mental illness."
My mind…
is sharp and clear.
No!
I
am not
crazy!
I am alive but jaded, afraid to only hope
and no scientist or surgeon will even look at me.
My health…
is a mystery
My Body…
worn and weary.
I
am
still fighting.
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This has two tones to it. At first the writer started out to be slowly torn apart and broken. Gradually weakinging and basically just losing himself. Then he is relaint on doctors as he doesn't believe he can keep it up. But then.. He realizes out of no where that he can and will still fight. I like how you made a slow and gradual process the person goes through. You using the seasons in the story is intriguing and unique. And the words that are going down one by one give it a sad sense to it. It is a all out emotional poem with fighting spirit