Silent War
My body is the aftermath of a silent war.
Friendly fire has wrecked havoc on my insides
As cell attacks, cell and my mind rebels against itself
Which is to say that I am a war-torn survivor who fights battles every day
I’ve learned 3 lessons throughout my battles
1 sometimes you lose
2 sometimes all you have is your support system
And 3 you have to ask for help to get it
The first lesson is learned from my first war
My first war is against my immune system
My immune system is so confused that it attacks itself
But so assured of its conviction that it lays waste to whatever is in its path
My doctors call it Crohns
They say inflammation sprouts throughout my gastrointestinal tract
But they don’t know how I got it,
or why I got it,
or even a cure for when I did get it
So they treat it
They treat it by lowering my immune system, so low
they tell me not to be around sick people
But that’s a battle that I’m willing to lose
I would rather be in good company and sickness
Than in solitude and health
My second lesson and my second war,
This war is that of my mind
I have bipolar disorder
Which means that sometimes I get manic
Where I get so high that I believe I can fly
I am invincible and there is no fear of death here
But then there are times when I am depressed
When my bed ties me to its foundations
And the weight of life becomes unbearable
In those days,
Those days only my support system helps me
They take brittle bones in strong hands
And hold me up to face life
And my 3rd lesson is that you got to ask for help to get it
I waited 4 years with Crohn's disease
Before my body became so entrenched in the sickness
I lost 20 pounds
I lost so much blood
And it wasn’t until I was hospitalized that I got treatment
I waited 18 years before I finally got help for my bipolar disorder
When I finally became more than this on and off switch of ups and downs
I was able to feel my whole range of emotions with no fear
I am a war-torn survivor who has become a soldier
Willing to fight any battle,
for anyone who needs it.