I'm skipping the letter L - in favor of my very late Raise Your Voice post. Even later than I thought - because of technical difficulties... (Thank you, K) My voice still counts, I hope.
The countless days of senseless whirling
Numbers chugging, dancing in my head
Reminding me of their import
The unending barrage of needles and blood
And of damage and fear
Reminding me of my body's most drastic flaw
The every day of it
The every night of it
The demands
The requirements
The relentless, all-consuming weight of it
The wishing it was different - I was different
And the realization that you play the cards you're dealt
I watch, most days silent, as it destroys people I love.
This beast.
And I wonder how many healthful, strong days remain for me.
I look into eyes so like my own
Mirrors reflecting the days behind - the mistakes
And the days ahead? - For me?
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