Sickle cell anemia does not bind me,
it drives me
It’s covers with hurt allowing you to see and taste
the freedom of health
and when you least expect
it makes you beg to be normal.
I am it’s keeper and though it hurts to live,
I’d die not to
I was blessed with a gift
and the only way to help others
and appreciate life
is to live with this curse
It reiterates the preciousness
of simple moments…..
You live your life….
and determine your choices…
within this
i have no choice…
You make me sit down
and stand up,
you make me cry
and moan
in pain
You make me worry that at any point
something will happen…
You make me question
my ability
You have been present my whole life
and still i don’t know you.
I can’t understand
why you were given to me….
to be riddled with me….
to make me powerless
against your power.
You tell me to expect
the worse
and I will
However you will not win…..
Blood cells eroded into the shape of death
Every breathe is a test
Like a stalker I will never be free of you…..
Like a curse….
you can make me fall
to my knees for you
Many go through life angry
at what they don’t have,
not knowing that because they are alive
and healthy
they have it all……
This is my ode to Sickle cell..
Cette ode est de Davinna Thrower vous pouvez la retrouver sur son site
http://iusedtohavetheblues.blogspot.com/
La traduction est en chemin ! Mais pas facile !
Guadeloupe Attitude 