Carrying an illness Read Single →
I stand on the edge of the shore, looking at the sea
wondering how far I have come and how far I am meant to be
I am trying to find words and images to explain my loss
but I am out of words and I carry images in my memory
images of who I was and how it changed with one single disease.
I used to be pure and protected-
I couldn’t even lie properly!
Umm, this is just some allergy, I recently got this, I think it’s a side-effect of corona
the other knew right away what it was,
they did not have anything to say or ask of me
Neither did I. Nor do I.
The waves gushing over each
waiting to listen to parts of my story
from the silence within me
my memory fades into the space where the sea and sky meet
The sea now carries my secret, emptying me of my illness
I feel naked- an azure sky carrying the color
the sea gave me.
