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 © Bm Bm | Year Posted 2019
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