The Great Fall

Lost a battle in which the reward, 

Was a tainted mind and a heart quite scorned. 

Chomped my tongue as a painful attempt, 

To hush the venom I spat and said.

Shook and cried, I even died.

Forgot the concept of reality and time...

Couldn't walk, couldn't talk, I refused to eat.

Couldn't write or read the walls.

Some might have said I'd lost it all.

This was my fall, to which I may never rise again.

But, no, no - not at all.

I won the war in which my prize,

Was a strengthened soul and a heart that shines.

My tongue as sharp and quick as it

Ever could have been, 

Yes it is fixed!

I shake and I cry, but I'm alive!

Appreciate the people and love in my life.

I can walk, I can talk.

I eat too much, I write and I read it all.

Some might even say I've not changed at all.

This was my fall to which I now stand tall.

Author's Note

Written March 27, 2015...This is a brief account of my disease (the Great fall) and my comeback to a healthier me.

If you're curious as to what I'm recovering from it's called ANTI-NMDA RECEPTOR WITH ENCEPHALITIS. Search it up if you'd like to learn more.

Reviews

[Joy S. Addness]

So powerful...and inspirational.
Wonderful write

[T. Edana Talbott]

Thank you Joy :)