When time stops

It started with a joke

No worries

We laughed the pain away

No tears

As the laughter took lead

 

After a while

The giggling

Turned into worrying

Let’s go to the doctor we said

And waved the symptoms away

 

Nothing bad

Just a normal muscle spasm

Therapy would take it away

 

Evolving into an undefined case

We kept joking around

Life is good

I am invulnerable

 

The phone rings

What was defined as nothing special

Turned into

You need further therapy

 

What started as a joke

Ended in a nightmare

You are sick

Well then, give me the cure!

 

Nightmares are meant to end

Faith can take weird leaps

When they tell you that you can’t be cured

Faith turns into a real enemy

When you hear they don’t know what will happen

 

What was meant to be

Washed up in tears

The not knowing

Tearing my life apart

 

Living with my worst enemy

Turned into a love undefined

Every day

I wake up

And cherish the one thing

That can take my life away.

 

Reviews

[Midnitefyrfly]

This really is so touching. I didn't learn to cherish my life through my own death sentence, but rather through the untimely deaths of several immediate family members. I think it is very hard for someone to understand having that kind of epiphany until it happens. You do a beautiful job of expressing something some people may never get to experience...

[C. Harter Amos]

You should have more people read this. It states flat out what it's like to live with something undiagnosed and can continue through your life blissfully, and then when they tell you "you have whatever." which is a nightmare and a relief at the same time. Like you said "NIghtmares are suppose to end". To know the reason behind the trouble you've had, but to face a future living and dieing with this. Even if you know everyone lives and dies, this gives you a sense of your own mortality. The final stanza was great "Living with my worst enemy - Turned into a love undefined. Every day I wake up And cherish the one thing That can take my life away." Anyone who has an illness can relate to your poem, and those who don't could gain insight into what it's like to be "diagnosed". Hope this was written about someone else's problem, but have a feeling it wasn't. My enemy may be different from yours in Latin, but the feelings of your poem are some of my own. Thank you for your write. More people need to read this. - Mimi.

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Hard to believe Im the first to review this..It is sad n beautiful ,and one I think would help a whole lotta people ,good stuff..