Anthem for the Flawed
Heartburn, heartbreak,
Heart beat, heart rate,
Responsible for love and responsible for
Hate
Your heart’s the origin for every symptom,
So please take a moment for my flawed anthem.
Knowing each breath might be my last,
Going by fast,
But for some reason Earth reminds me every second,
Through every move, every thought, my reflection
That my life will choke with shouts
From folks interpreting my case throughout
My own:
Baby clothes, tantrums thrown, milestones, dreams postponed,
Tombstone, name unknown
Something new appearing every day,
Watching how I eat, how I act, my x-rays
It’s always a,
Stomach pain, knees weak,
Sore throat, can’t speak,
Migraine, so much pain,
My brain, going insane,
Now blind, I’m lost,
Lost the path, they criss-crossed
Missed school, missed life,
Diagnosis deeper than knives
Lost sleep, counting sheep
Worrying, anxiety
Mixed sensations, synesthesia,
I’m a medical encyclopedia
They speak of critical procedures,
They say are “urgent” and “safe”,
Yet there’s a bleeder,
Take a breather,
Caught a fever,
At the door at the grim reaper.
Jumbled soup of ABC’s,
Explaining symptoms, syncope
Even though I’m sitting here
Working to fight back the tears,
I pray for any foreign God,
To hear my anthem for the flawed.
So please live life in the present,
And don’t think I mean the gift,
There’s people out there suffering,
And we all coexist.
Realize now I will prevail,
Rise and chant it all abroad,
Even when I’m faint and frail,
This anthem for the flawed.
