Poem -

the ghost of illness

I found myself unable to breath..
Yet people keep asking me,
to do this -
to do that -
Knowing what the outcome
would be..
I'd be breathlessly exhausted
and pushed to the limit
of ripping a valve.
Incredible that those who
pertain to ' care'
need physical verification
of my downfall.-
you see, if you contain
your anxiety and pain-
people doubt it's existence..
These are the penalties
of the brave.

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