Disease.

It's a difficult moment

hearing those words.

Sitting in that rough hospital bed,

chilled from the draft coming in through the window.

Knowing you're never going to be the same.

Never be normal,

never function like everyone else ever again.

I'm young, this shouldn't happen.

growing up is difficult enough.

Having to listen to that doctor drone on on about all your new

restrictions.

I'm a fraction of myself,

ever since that day.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a poem about bad news I've gotten recently.

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