Hit By Illness

Written by: Krista Kurth

Illness, like a stealthy thief, 
snuck up on me, knocked me flat, 
and ransacked my interior,

Taking things I didn’t know 
were missing until I
got back up again. 

Gone was the mask 
of illusion that shielded 
me from my mortality.

Bare were the walls 
that kept sorrow 
hidden for years. 

Robbed of certainty
and confidence in 
my own capabilities,

I stood vulnerable
in the uncluttered space
of my life - 

and found poetry.