spoonie
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You are now a warriorAged, and a warrior.
I didn’t want to be strongI became a warrior.
All those dead toils and painI became a warrior.
I am so proud of myselfFor I am a warrior.
I am a warriorShooting through the wallset up for meby my diseaseI will NOT give upI will NOT give infor I am a warrior.
Every day every night
There it is, the hospital room
Sometimes I would like to take flight
There is always the doom.
It coils around me
It's blocking off my airway and,
It's so hard to just see
The pain within me
It coils within and within
Where am I now?
It hurts, it hurts so
The pain is clouding my thoughts.
Where am I now?
Where am I to go?
I feel so lost and yet
