LYME: The Ocean and ME

It was a beautiful day and no worries to think about.

I, as a beach ball, skipped happily across the sand.

I never stopped to think about the darkness ahead,
with out alarm, the winds or realism pushed me into the ocean of life.

I threw all the air in me against the current, nothing.  I gently swayed back and forth,
as the beach of reward was edging away.

I was lost at sea, never to be found.

Only to realize it was me versus the ocean.

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I wrote this poem last year, six months after being finally diagnosed with Lyme Disease and the fall out of the chronic assault on my immune system.  I was down and out, feeling sick and choosing to leave a school that couldn’t or wouldn’t support me.  Today I am feeling a bit better, and in a better school with teachers that have gone out of their way to help me.  I am grateful.  I am not cured, but soon I believe I will be.  My words of advice, do not give up on hope.

P.N.