Sores

Sores

Painful white-red sores

In my nose and mouth

It’s hard to swallow

Because the muscles are closing

In my throat

Hard to breathe

Hard to know what’s next

Want to run away

But you can’t run away

You can only guess what’s next

And that for me is

Another day stuck in bed

Just existing

I wanted my life to be different

So I took up therapies

To give me energy

And in the end

I made it

The sores still stay

To remind me

That the pain

Hasn’t gone away

But I can live

Knowing that

I am a warrior