Once,
though not for long,
there was a time.
A time I felt alive
and free,
with no hinderances,
to what I'd dreamed.
There was a time,
though not for long,
when I was stronger.
When affliction
was a stranger
and I was unaffected,
by personal fate.
There was a time,
though not for long,
when my being,
belonged to me
and control was mine
to be had.
There was a time,
though not for long,
when pain didn't wrack my body
to agonizing states,
or crush, my will,
to survive.
There was a time,
though not for long,
before, Lupus took my reigns,
decided my course
and ran, full speed,
dragging me behind.
There was a time,
but that time,
was long ago.
And now,
I wonder,
Will there ever be,
'a time,'
again?