Sick

Sick

A Poem by Kay
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What does chronic illness do to you?

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It created a sickly face, a small and delicate frame


Shadows become caverns beneath haunted eyes


The basis of experience--of pleasure and of pain--had


Rusted to the depths of the soul; past your very core


To the only truth that matters


Even breathing becomes everything 


When pain becomes your life 


The only sensation known is pain in its purest form 

© 2017 Kay


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Added on June 28, 2017
Last Updated on June 28, 2017
Tags: ehlers danlos syndrome, EDS, chronic pain, chronic illness, pain, pleasure, life, disabled, spoonies

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Kay
Kay

Barrie, Ontario, Canada



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Aspiring author and poet looking for some feedback as well as hoping to discover some like-minded writers. I'm currently working on a YA Fantasy novel. Disability advocate. Feminist. Vegan. EDS Zebra... more..

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