My Poem



My malady makes me true

The honesty of my past flows through my blood and rings in my thoughts

It poisons my passions

Making them simple and raw


My malady makes me strong

The pain and anguish it has created stains my soul and dries my tears

It feeds my future

Making me fight for things stolen


My malady makes me whole

The lost pieces of my life replaced by hope and passion

It opens my eyes

Making me awake for the first time