Rheumatoid Arthritis
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“You have to be strong.”
Those were the words my mother said to me when I was most weak,
When everything in my life seemed bleak.
As I was crying on the cold, hard ground,
It's visible now
and that scares me.
"Just stay strong," they tell me,
but lately, I'm not sure I know how.
This armor I have built
is beginning to crack-
crumble off my back.
