What is it about her look, I no longer wish to see?
Sunken, hollowed cheeks, color pale, in shades of white
Turn away, bow my head, I can’t take my ghostly sight
Missing is the sparkle, once, so prominent in these eyes
Replaced by tears of sadness, rushing, falling, from my eyes
No strength to fight the demon, it’s taking all I’ve got
Too weak to go on trying, yet too stubborn, to accept this lot
Determined for a comeback, keep my focus on the prize
Restore myself, back to life, there is no compromise.
Authors note: I am still unwell, trying to find the end of this madness. Four weeks and counting. I know what it isn’t, but not what it is. I see a specialist on Wednesday. I pray I finally find out what demon decided my body was its new home so I can evict it immediately! I miss you all and hope you are well. ❤
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