My Body, My Battle

I’ll pray and then I’ll sleep

I’ll sleep and then I’ll eat

I’ll eat and then I’ll try to do something productive

I’ll do some chores and then I’ll be short of breath

I’ll sit and rest

These are how the days go by

I am looking at the outside world through a window

My breath fogging up the glass as

I marvel at people just living their normal lives

While I fight to keep mine

Inside my skin is a war

And my body feels like collateral damage

My soul now a POW yearning to be set free

My mind now lost in the smoke of the cannons

Even when I’m winning the battle

I still feel its cost all over me

I’m stuck between worlds

Are there any questions? Yes tons

But I feel too tired to ask them

I don’t know what else to say

Perhaps I stretched the metaphor too long

And now it’s lost its shape

Like a t-shirt I tugged at the waist and neck too long

And now it’s only worn to bed

My pen is lost too and doesn’t know what to do

In the final seconds