Today
I brew the poison that I am forced to drink,
I am the unease that stalks the way I think.
I am the symptom, I am the infection,
I am the pathogen of my heart’s defection.
I am the shrapnel from the last battle that I fought,
The years pass, unlike the pain that penetrates each thought.
Today I take the tumour that grows inside my soul
Today I take the steps that make my being whole.
