Sick of these Cells- A Poem about Sickle Cell Disease

Pain. I dont want it.

Suffering. I dont need it.

Medicine. I need them, but don't want to.    

Because when I am feeling my lowest, you never fail.

You are always there to kick me where it hurts.

May it be my leg, my arm, my back, or even my brain you will be there.

 

And I have always accepted it.

Never complained.

 

Because who do I tell, when no one knows about you

Who you are, and how you make me want to scream.

No one knows how you are always there wheather I am just feeling down
or Mother Nature is around.

 

There aren't many answers on what I can do to avoid you.

So I smile, and hope that I won't stress enough today to bring you around

I smile hoping to avoid feeling your presence

Hoping I can just ignore you and forget you exist

Not that it does any good

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