Emerging Courageous Online Magazine - Poetry
Living with the wolf called Lupus.
The other disease hides deep inside
zapping my strength and stealing my pride.
My muscles ache and feel weak,
sometimes I am to tired to speak..
Sometimes I’m sick, sometimes I’m well.
Sometimes I feel like a living hell.
This one attacks with out a warning,
your heart , your brain, your lungs are mourning.
You wish things could be as they were,
but never again will you see her!
People look at you and say,
"why you look wonderful today" .
I smile softly and reply,
thank you mam, I ‘m feeling ok.
While deep inside the wolf does hide.
All you want is someone by your side.
Someone to share your hopes and dreams.
That sometimes turn to silent screams..
Carol Catalano [email protected]