Internal War: A Poem
White-hot brain fog.
Rosy cheeks, watery eyes.
Consistent body aches.
Clenched jaw, forced smile.
NSAIDs, Tylenol, CBD.
Scratching, digging, stabbing pain.
Red skin where a heating pad used to be.
Chaotic insomnia, beyond tired and fatigued.
Never-ending doctor visits.
Nothing and no one to blame.
Nature is sometimes cruel.
Life after endo is just not the same.
Judgment coming from internal and external sources.
Am I being lazy, or is resting actually okay?
You would see the pain in my eyes,
if you took the time to gaze.
There’s a war happening inside me,
and that’s not hyperbole.