POTS
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Trapped in a body that will not function
The smallest tasks become a challenge
No more running, dancing, or playing
Standing up becomes your new form of exercise
With every step you heart races
I walk into the doctor’s office.
She looks at me.
I see her thinking,
Okay, no worries
Look at this girl
Thin
Tall
Young
No drinking
I remember that morning
As many as three times a week
And I remember the shrieks
And I remember yelling your name with a question mark
