The Inevitable

The sickness finds me in those vulnerable moments

Usually when I'm most content

Prepares to attack

Claws at my skin, my stomach, every inch of me

Until it takes hold

I fold

I can't

Every time I try to better myself, my life

Medicate

Meditate

Eat Healthy

Balance my mental health

Decrease the stress

The sickness pounces

Has me in the clutches of its jaws

Teeth sunk so deep, wraps around and embraces me in the excruciating way a serpent would its prey.

I'm fine

I'm okay

I can get up

But not today

The room is spinning

Everything blurs

Light hurts

Food doesn't stay down

Turns into acid and led in my stomach

Needs to get out!

All I want is to sleep

My body won't let me though

Every part of it betrays me

All I can do is hope

Tomorrow will call off the attack

So I can get back to being a person again