The face of a chronic illness
The face of a chronic illnessÂ
Is my face half the day
All of my day
My keeping it away face
My standing tall face
My trying not to grimace and scream at you face
It’s all the same face
It has green eyes, pink lips
It smiles and cry’s
But what you don’t seeÂ
Is the determinationÂ
The steally resolve
That holds the sadness away face
That holds the terror away face
The pure anger face
That rages most times of the day faceÂ
And in those magic momentsÂ
When pain is not here
Are moments of shear confusion, anguish and hope
Mostly hopeÂ
That the pain is gone forever
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