Battles from Within

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Insecurities don’t make a person, it’s something I remind myself all the time. 

But I would still forget, and words of disappointment would chime. 

I starve myself, and mask it and say, “I forgot to eat.”

And the voices continue, I simply cannot compete. 

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One evening, after feeling fulfilled, a burning sensation occurred,

“A heart attack?” filled my head. “Am I gonna go without saying any last words?”

I panic. I was afraid. I tried my best but I couldn’t breathe. 

At that moment, I hoped that there was warning I could've heed. 

Brought to the ER, still barely breathing.

This feels oddly familiar, am I dreaming?

The nurses were there rushing to my aid,

As I continue to look around, I noticed I'm not the only one dismayed.

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Spent three days in the hospital.

It truly felt like a trial.

Diagnosed with gerd, a disease I'll need to deal with for the rest of my life.

Unless I am able to heal, that is something that I strive.

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Finally, it's over. The last three days were hell.

But I'm glad that I didn't bid farewell. 

But it's not completely over, as I still need to live through it.

This disease will continue to taunt me, but I will never quit. 

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