Exhausted eyes staring at ceiling,
Not knowing words that can explain this feeling.
A healthy state, hard to maintain,
Will I ever be completely normal again?

Trying to ignore my inner turmoil,
Feeling under the weather for a while.
Frequent trips to hospital in a life full of pain,
Will I ever be completely normal again?

Test reports getting worse once more,
Sending shivers to my very core.
Yearning for health, with all my might,
I will be completely normal, right?

Four pills in the morning, two at night,
Weakened body trying to fight.
Hope these medications won't go in vain,
Will I ever be completely normal again?

Watching people my age enjoying their life,
While balancing myself on the edge of knife, 
Suppressing the overthinking during the sleepless night,
I'll be healthy soon, right?

Of course I'll complain, of course I'll whine,
What have I done to deserve this time?
Going through the medical tests I never known before,
Will I be completely healthy again? I ask once more.

Sympathetic eyes looking at sight,
Reminding me I'm not completely right.
With a fragile hope, Begging for wellness,
Trapped in a ruthless cycle, a prisoner of illness.

-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
© The Patient Who Lived