"A Body in Turmoil"

Battles rage within my skin,

Appointment to appointment, answers thin.

Aches and pains, a constant hum,

Migraines blind, my body's become a drum.

Decay creeps in, a slow creep,

Head to toe, my body's asleep.

I hide the pain, a practiced art,

A burden's weight, a heavy heart.

I'm a whisper in a crowded room,

A fragile thread, a fathomless gloom.

But still I rise, though bent and worn,

A warrior hidden, in a body forlorn.

In whispered moments, I confess,

A body betrayed, a heart that aches to rest.

The weight of masks, a fragile disguise,

A smile that hides, a soul's dark skies.

Yet in the silence, a spark remains,

A flicker of strength, a will that sustains.

Through every fall, I'll find my way,

A phoenix rising, come what may.

In fragmented dreams, I see my soul,

A map of scars, a heart that's whole.

The road ahead, a winding path unwinds,

A journey through shadows, to healing's winds.

With every breath, I'll find my voice,

A whispered truth, a heartfelt choice.

To rise above, to let go of pain,

To find my worth, and love myself again.

In the mirror's gaze, I'll find my face,

A stranger's eyes, a worn, tired place.

But I'll search within, for the strength to stay,

And rise above, to seize the day.

For I am more than my body's frame,

A spirit wild, a heart that still can flame.

I'll find my voice, my path, my way,

And shine my light, in the dark of day.

In this brokenness, I'll find my song,

A melody of hope, where I belong.

I am not alone, I am not lost,

I am a warrior, with a heart that's strong.