Submissions by ChronicPoet123
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I mostly write about my past and my chronic health conditions. Some of my poetry can be rather depressing, but I try to make it more positive.
The Fire Inside
A sick and scared young teenage girl;
Living in a complicated and scary world;
No matter what the doctors try to do;
The treatments became rather scarce and few;
Her life has turned into nothing it seems;
The illness crushed and stomped on her dreams;
But, once bright morning, a fire grew within her;
A fire that saved her, that she was sure;
Fire that made her want to get up and live;
Even though she felt she has nothing left to give;
A fire that shook her core and opened her mind;
Maybe her life wasn't over, she soon came to find; ...
Living in a complicated and scary world;
No matter what the doctors try to do;
The treatments became rather scarce and few;
Her life has turned into nothing it seems;
The illness crushed and stomped on her dreams;
But, once bright morning, a fire grew within her;
A fire that saved her, that she was sure;
Fire that made her want to get up and live;
Even though she felt she has nothing left to give;
A fire that shook her core and opened her mind;
Maybe her life wasn't over, she soon came to find; ...
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The Invisible Fight
Spinning, swaying, blood draining from my head;
This is the feeling I absolutely fret about and dread;
This chronic pain I has become too much that I can take;
Why can't my body give me a much needed break?
Heart pounding as hard as a punk bands drum;
My hands and feet become cold, blue, and painfully numb;
Dizzy, weak, and feel as if I need to try to sleep;
But, instead, I lay in my cocoon bed and silently weep;
Sometimes I believe I cause so much strife;
As this little known illness takes over my entire life;
What have I done to deserve this...
This is the feeling I absolutely fret about and dread;
This chronic pain I has become too much that I can take;
Why can't my body give me a much needed break?
Heart pounding as hard as a punk bands drum;
My hands and feet become cold, blue, and painfully numb;
Dizzy, weak, and feel as if I need to try to sleep;
But, instead, I lay in my cocoon bed and silently weep;
Sometimes I believe I cause so much strife;
As this little known illness takes over my entire life;
What have I done to deserve this...
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