Hungry for more, she sits and she waits.
For others to seemingly control her fate.
Her body still shackled,
The mind miles ahead.
But she can’t ever catch up,
her legs are now filled with lead.
Darkness around, this lonely place,
Her emotions etched right underneath her face.
Look into her eyes and you will see,
Just what this illness has taken from me.
Hospitals, treatments,
Her patience has worn thin.
Her rage and sadness start to seep from within,
She will always mourn the person she would have been.
So tired, so sick of the shit,
The flame inside is barely lit.
God help her, how much more can she take?
All she wants is for you to fix this mistake.
The girl in the mirror sometimes looks tired and weak,
But all she wants is the chance to speak, to change.
Because she knows at the end of each day in her heart,
She will not just survive,
She was built for more,
And chosen to thrive.