Doctors and pills
Therapists and good will
Procedures and blood draws
Operations and white gauze
Tear drops and can’t sleep
Fresh wounds skin deep
It’s lonely to be ill
Self love, self care
self what? who? where?
The sunshine, the yoga
The essential oils of Aunt Rhoda
The diets and deep breathing
But I’m still here dry heaving
No meditation or willingness
Can take away the illness
It’s so lonely to be ill
Hospital stays and beeping nights
When am I ever going to feel right
More prods more pokes
More pain it invokes
Don’t forget to take your meds
Enjoy your day alone in bed.
It’s so lonely to be ill
Kyoko W.P. POETRY 
Wow. The rhyme scheme is masterful and the theme is softly intense, well done. ♥️
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This literally brought tears to my eyes. Thank you soo much for your kind words you have no idea how much that means to me. I have written anything down in years. Thank you again
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You’re very much welcome, good art must be appreciated! 😊♥️
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“The diets and deep breathing
But I’m still here dry heaving” same same 😫
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I’m sorry love. It’s a rough road.
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I love the way you wrote this🙏🏼 I hope you feel better
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Thank you♥️
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I love this emotive piece. Makes me sad, for I wish no one would have to go through it. The effortless-seeming rhyme scheme is wonderful.
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Oh bless you. Thank you so much♥️
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