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
Copyright ©
David Hurlburt
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