Poem 16

It’s been a minute since I wrote a poem, but Multiple Sclerosis Week has inspired me to share some thoughts.

The following poem is unedited and was just me getting all of my words down without stopping to second guess myself. Please read with an open mind.

Invisible Illness

“You look fine.”

But no one seems to care

How much strength it takes

Just to comb your hair.

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I’m not fine.

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“You don’t look sick.”

Even though you have just had

Another round of MRI scans

And are on your way to have more labs.

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I am sick.

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“I know how you feel.”

Except that you don’t.

And you try to justify your side

But you won’t.

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You don’t know how I feel.

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It doesn’t matter how I look.

I don’t care how I appear.

I just want to stop

Living my life in fear.

I want to open both my eyes

When I wake up in the morning

Without worrying

Which symptoms will surface without warning.

The smile on my face

Is just a mask.

Please see me… Hear me….

Is that too much to ask?

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