Fractured Rhythms

In the darkest recesses of my mind a maelstrom brews, a tempest unseen epilepsy's insidious tendrils weave a tapestry of chaos, thoughts ensnared Every step a battle, every task a test concentration's flame flickers, threatened by the relentless onslaught of seizures' might a never-ending siege, exhausting the light I strain to articulate the anguish I bear but words falter, inadequate to convey the weight of judgment, the sting of disdain a cruel ruse, a heartless refrain Invisible, unseen, my pain is dismissed a silent scream, a desperate plea no licenses granted, no respite to claim condemned to isolation's desolate plain The world outside is deaf to my plight blind to the torment that ravages my night they judge with haste, from ignorance' dark well oblivious to the silent wars I wage and quell Medication's chains bind me, a prisoner of fate a life sentence, day and endless night side effects a constant, draining toll a soul weighed down, a heart that's lost its role In this labyrinthine mind, I search for peace a refuge from the turmoil, a solace to release epilepsy's indelible mark, a scar that remains a solitary journey, punctuated by fleeting rays Yet, in the darkness, a spark of hope appears a community of warriors, united in tears we share our stories, our struggles, our plight together we rise, through the darkest of nights In embracing my epilepsy, I find my strength no longer ashamed, I'll rise, I'll length for in my uniqueness, my power resides an epileptic warrior, with dignity, with pride