Diagnosis of Silence ...
When Going to Battle
Blood curdling pains patchworked over decades
Snaking through the body triggering organs to implode upon themselves.
The lupine enemy disguising itself as a mimicry of hypochondria.
A cry for help begging for peace as angry hives howl along the confines of one's skin.
Is the world now colorblind ... Unable to differentiate between brown or red skin riddled with prickly rashes?
Levels low ... Levels high
Red blood cells hemolyzed.
Diagnosis? Experts unable to decide.
Challenging to face mottled measures of mutiny -
Betrayals of trusts within one's own body.
Frozen fingers ... tingled toes
Papules pulsating across one's nose
Joints jostled among limbs gone numb
Muscles mustered up against fiery pain
Enough to drive anyone insane.
Hang up this worn-out fatigue
A need to shore up stores
of sunshine-hued, iron-clad energy.
Still ...
After all the battles fought,
a diagnosis is swiftly denied.
And still ...
My fight will not subside.
About the Creator
Alexis Wellmaker
📝💕 True Writer-at-Heart / Active Dreamer/ Award-winning Educator ... I strive to create positive, uplifting pieces for children and adults.
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