A poem

My next infusion is a week away. This is how I’m feeling today.

I can feel myself withdrawing
Collapsing into myself
Talk is just so draining
Signs of deteriorating health

Another bad brain day
Fighting myself alone in my room
Just hang on another week
I know relief is coming soon

An endless battle of heavy darkness
Fought back by infusions of light
Forever in a tug of war
Forever I will fight.

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