illness can poison your mind sometimes, 


The day I became me,


Was the day I became free.


My hunger for life was sated,


I was the only one I hated.


I still am.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-18 at 04:01

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Amen! Having an illness is indeed poison not only to the physical parts but it does something to the mind, having been ill far too many times throughout my childhood and later on in adulthood, this has been a constant ailment - and to be freed of it, that is pure joy. Thanks for sharing, Sir Alan.