My body broke down on me, and it was my hardest realization, to not be like everyone else.

Doctors told me, by the way you have lupus, no sunlight, here's some drugs and then I was home,

except it wasn't for me, not anymore, the walls were smaller and it wasn't believable to ignore

my sudden shift in capability.  I believed in the books, their worlds of open pages, to escape 

and have a body again, creating something in my mind that surprised my body's limitations one hundred times.

I got to writing until I could see into my tears, unfold them, use them to grow my spirit into artistry,

my new love, now strength, not captive ever again.  Doctors told me here's drugs and no light,

I said that's okay, got a pen, I can write.