The Dragon in Me
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The struggles are endless...
I can't drive, work full time, or go to my dream college.
If I do, I'm putting myself in danger.
Almost a decade of this living hell
But I still wake up,
I work two part time jobs,
I try, pushing myself to my body's limits.
After convulsing almost daily,
I get up and fight back tears from anger and embarrassment.
I push through the work day,
Even with seizing numerous times.
I fight my depressive episodes,
Getting out of bed, working, and cooking when I don't want to.
I force down at least 15 pills a day,
Just to survive as normal a life as I can.
As hard as it is,
I must keep fighting.
If not for me, then for grandma.
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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Comments (9)
As someone who lives with a chronic and repetitive physical condition I wince as I relate to your well expressed emotions. It's a question of who's who everyday; is it the belly of the beast within or do we become the dragon that slays away at the culprit. Excellent!
Wow, what a powerful dramatic poem.
Bold & beautifully written!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
So much fierce strength, just to live and do as others take for granted. A dragon is perfect imagery ❤
This is wonderful. Hold tight the dragon that keep going every day. That's strength. Well done!
Gosh, you're like a superhero! Dragonwoman! Yessss, that's such a badass name! You go, girl!
Wow! You are courageous... "I must keep fighting. If not for me, then for grandma." Keep fighting the good fight.
You're such a warrior. You don't believe it, but you are a hero.
Aw Rene, you really do x You are an inspirational dragon whether you believe it or not x I do 🤍