This poem is dedicated to those who have an autoimmune disease, or even a chronic condition. It is not an easy thing to live with while trying to live a normal life. Many people struggle for years trying to comprehend what is wrong with them before being diagnosed, even then their journey is just beginning. The most scariest part is not knowing what is wrong.
Of Dysfunction
I am not a disease
I am not a dysfunction
I am not a syndrome
I am a human being
With real emotions and needs
I refuse to pay heed
To the numerous statistics
To the negativity quotes
That others like to tote
This may leave an impression
For I feel no such depression
Even in the middle of a recession
Though others may say with surprise
Depression, isolation are apart of the symptom
Where is it written?
Upon what stone tablet of life?
I live life as I choose
Not as others say
The path I walk is far from easy
There are the doubters
There are the avoiders
There are rumors
There are burdens
In the early years, it is hard to prove
There is no easy, instant diagnosis
There is no cure
The cause is unknown
Though may theories abound
As the years go by,
There is a new symptom
And a new term to learn
Chronic fatigue
A fancy term
For an old friend called exhaustion
Lingering as a cloud
Weighing down everyday
While life goes on
Working, cleaning, paying bills
Learning to work around this permanent visitor
Ah, this disease
Instead of defending against unwanted invaders,
Has gone to war against the defenders,
Causing civil war and chaos
Destroying tissue
Picking apart our lives
Changing perceptions
Focusing on smaller, obtainable goals
Forget about what could be done yesterday,
Focus on what is obtainable today
Don’t fall into the pit of despair
Fill the void with Light
Learn to laugh at yourself
Savor the moments spent with friends
Forget what others whisper in the shadows
Yes, we are use to looks of disbelief
Yes, we have heard the rumors
Who says that there is age limit?
Where was that rule written again?
May I take a look at your sources?
What makes the speaker such an expert?
Have you walked a mile in my shoes?
Why should I feel bitter at the world?
When was the last time you looked at the wonders in the world and was glad that you were alive?
I have tasted mortality at a young age and learned that I have few regrets with my life.