Feverish and weak.
Stabbing needles.
Damaged vessel.
Gazing back.
Neglected girl.
Tired and Thin.
Body under attack.
Docs saying cancer.
The sickness vanished.
So I could play.
Brave girl,
with sleeping demons.
No one named him,
my covert demon.
Till the bloodshed,
was tested.
Thirty year illness.
Finally lost its cape,
of invisibility.
It is Lupus.