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Control
Control
It is a seven letter word that my body and I are so jealous of on days and nights like these,
I am sitting in my bed, too tired to move anything more than the air whooshing around inside of my lungs.
I am sitting here, envious of that seven letter word that my body and I have never had the privilege of having.
Control
It is an empty feeling, to lack the one thing your body desires the most; peace.
To lack the one thing that your body craves the most;
Control.
It is a seven letter word that my body and I are so jealous of on days and nights like these,
I am sitting in my bed, too tired to move anything more than the air whooshing around inside of my lungs.
I am sitting here, envious of that seven letter word that my body and I have never had the privilege of having.
Control
It is an empty feeling, to lack the one thing your body desires the most; peace.
To lack the one thing that your body craves the most;
Control.
Published 16th Oct 2021
Author's Note
Being chronically Ill takes a lot out of a person, especially me. But writing about it, and knowing it might help someone feel a little less alone is enough.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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16th Oct 2021 2:59am
That's the cure of writing. It makes us super-human, because we will live forever in our writings.
Good luck and be strong.
Good luck and be strong.
18th Oct 2021 5:48am
