A Letter To My Chronic Illness
written during a particularly bad flare-up
Dear Illness,
You've cause me nothing but pain
you are the reason I struggle
why I'm unreliable
and why I feel alone
I'm now a burden
a complication
a nuisance
when I used to be so much more
when I could've been so much more
You are always with me
but I wish to be rid of you
I never asked for this
I never asked for you
You've dealt your blow
You don't need to stick around to see how long I stay down
I wish we could cut ties
I wish we could say goodbye
There's nothing I'd want more
About the Creator
Anna Samson
(they/she)
I am a poet and writer living just outside Toronto, Canada. I write about chronic illness, mental health, queer identities, and just about anything else. In my spare time I like to read.
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