Moments of Silence

Moments of silence, moments of peace

I live for them as they recharge

My internal battery that always seems to be running on empty

Another thing I can chalk up to my disease.

 

Life can seem so hectic, even when you’re standing still

The moments become memories right before your eyes

It doesn’t matter if you’re moving too

Even if you cannot move the world certainly will.

 

My hands smell like a hospital or a clinic room at best

Sterile and clean in a way that bites my nose

And there are bruises on my arms

And the rest of me is waiting for the results of all those tests.

 

“Please make a fist, now I’ll just find a real good vein”

I’m a pro at this, I think, I’ve done it a thousand times

But I still look away from the needle, and don’t look right at the blood

It seems the only thing I’m really used to is the pain.

 

The blood is gone, the tests are done, and the pee is in a cup

Now I wait here wondering if I’ll get a phone call like before

One that changes life forever, or shocks me through and through

One that makes my blood run cold or tells me time is up.

 

But as I sit here on the deck, my dog sleeping on my feet

The sun shines down on both of us warming up our souls

I smile and enjoy this moment, and appreciate my life

Because these bruises are my armor against any fate I meet.

 

All the pain in life has lessons, if you look just close enough

All your suffering will make you brave and strong

So, do not let your heart grow heavy, and never think that you are weak

For the times that were so hard on you have made you really tough.

 

A day in my body, one that is tired and autoimmune, will teach you many things

It will teach you to stand strong, when the foulest winds will blow

It will teach that you have courage that you never knew before

It will teach you to see the joy and the beauty that life will bring

And most of all it will teach that you can fight

and you can get through anything.

-A

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