Stomach Aches

They always say that pain is what makes us feel alive but what kind of lives are lived in constant pain?
A pain, a pain that doesn’t let us thrive
That doesn’t let us live our lives
That deprives
Us from feeling human
And I am strong,
I will live long,
But is it wrong,
To fear how long
This will go on?
This punishment goes undeserved,
But it is served,
So we will make our voices heard
We will scream it from the rooftops, from the forests, from the seas
THIS IS REAL
T H I S I S H O N E S T
I T I S N 'T J U S T M E!
And to all who’ll listen,
To all who’ll learn,
we say thank you
Thank you for not having thrown
All our bones
To the wind
And for not making us
Walk alone.
Thank you for putting up
With all the stares,
All the glares,
All the unfair
People in the world.
It takes an average of seven years
To diagnose
One in ten knows
But how many of those
Are in the throes
Of not getting help?
“It’s all in your head”
“Just get out of bed”
“Just pop another med”
But my body is being shred
From the inside
From itself
But I’m supposed to be too young
To even be in such poor health.
En
Do
Me
Tri
O
Sis
End
Of
My
Life
As
I
Know
It
...Or is it? - Rose
Slam poem and original artwork by Celestia Rose April 7, 2019