I awaken not dreaming but oddly screaming
My Mother wakes up wondering what’s happening
It’s truly baffling
But once again I’ve awoken to severe pain
In my muscles, joints, skin, hair, even throughout my veins
My nerves are firing like tommy guns in the Prohibition Era
Back when Al Capone was raising hell and causing terror.
In the morning I’m hoping things will be easier
But along with this life of pain comes the responsibility of being a warrior
You cannot falter without support to help you grow stronger
And when you grow stronger you learn to cope with the pain
So these wars we fight with chronic illness are not all in vein
With years we grow more used to our pain but it never gets less frustrating
To have a chronic illness when you’ve done nothing wrong
It hurts and it really does make one question their faith in God.