To be a prisoner of your body,
Is very hard to explain.
My body is at war each and every day.
I hear voices in the distance,
They say I’ll be okay,
So I wait and I pray
As I struggle to get through another day

I’m told on a regular basis,
How I’m too young to be going through this.
Yet the ones who could help choose not to notice,
Just how much I’ve been suffering for months,
Or how quickly my life became a prisoner of the pain.

I fight with all I have to keep my spirit alive,
For it’s the only way I know how to survive.
Meanwhile I’ll continue to sit curled up in a ball,
Keep my arm wrapped tight around me
So I can bare any movement at all.
And wait for the day the healing begins,
When a prisoner I can no longer be,
For I have won the battle and my life I have back.


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