My Fight

It was just this last week..
When the words, they did flow
For the first time, in lifetimes, it seems.

But instead of the hurt, and  the pain and the guilt;
My words now penned, are words full of dreams 

For the last many years, 
up and down I have been.
Getting better then worse all that time.

Knowing not what I had; Nearly giving up hope
I discovered a name;
It was Lyme 


Lyme has stolen from me;
things I’ll Never get back.
Took my body and mind straight to Hell 

And a deal I’d have made
With the devil himself 
To get out of the hell which I fell

But instead of the devil, 
The deal I would make
Where at last I was starting to see 

Though it took me awhile, 
Many years if I’m straight 
Found the REAL answers inside of me. 

For what Lyme disease taught me through years of despair . 
I am stronger than I ever thought 

And at least for today, I am winning again  
Had to fight for my life;
So, I fought!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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