Autoimmune disease
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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,
I said goodbye to my old life
I said goodbye to my mind
I said goodbye to my body
I said goodbye to a day without pain.
Chronic illness, a storyline in dramatic televsion
Something your grandparents have
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.
