Black
Darkness
Life of colour now diminished
Heavy clouds
Raindrops decorate the dry ground
Illness, fatigue, loss of self
Strength, resilience, Violet...blood pumping in my veins
It is returning, gently the Indigo lake water ripples
Blue eyes, the vibrancy of my stare off to the distance
The grass is so Green, I want to embrace the texture
My body is slowly rebirthing under the Yellow sun
As the sun moves and starts to lower
Orange claims the sky
Treatment, power, Red tulips peaking thru the soil
The rain subsides
The rainbow has arrived
Another day of chronic illness passes by...with a glimpse of colour...
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Holly Allison-Kay
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Chronic
Grade 5, the last year of my life as I had known it. Something had changed, switched on or off depending how you see it. Chronic illness has arrived. Darkness. BLACK. They say that black is the absence of colour. Family stands by, friends come and most go...not realizing what has happened to this human that was full of life, laughter, school, yes, school. I remember crying just saying all I want to do is just go to school and be a “normal“ teenager. After years of “what is this” that has made me into someone that cannot function with SO MANY SYMPTOMS that NO ONE can figure out, who is this person! I see 100’s of doctors, specialists, professionals, years pass by. Grade 11 sucked. But I did it. Alone in my bedroom, learning when “stable”. Graduation. I did that too. Honor roll. My mom always says “thank goodness you are smart like me”, we laugh. Yes, I laugh again. I laugh a lot with my family. You either laugh or you cry. We do a lot of both. So, we stumble upon a hero, one of many that have passed through my life. This hero says he can’t cure me but he can help me. 6 years later, here I am. The sun is shining a little brighter, peaking thru the blinds casting kaleidoscope like colour on the wall. Intriguing, this COLOUR reappearing in my life. I spend hours per week in hospital or at home attached to a pump thru my chest port. This is my life as I now know it. Celebrating milestones with vibrantly coloured cupcakes and sprinkles. Loving my hospital nurses as family. Celebratory RED cherry on the top, I just completed my BEd. With distinction. This girl who couldn’t get out of bed. I fought to get out of bed. I learned and grew while in bed. But I was not giving up. POTS. That’s it. Google it. Life changing, life sucking, POTS. It defines me. It educates me. It is me. I love me. I love life. My chronic, rainbow array of new COLOUR, crazy to some, life...as I know it.
By Holly Allison-Kay3 years ago in Poets
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