| May. 1st, 2008 @ 01:18 am (no subject) |
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Current Mood: determined
I am glad I have friends with CF...
But somedays I feel so alone, without Fanni and Kitty. I feel like, they fell, and I had to take over for them. I took on their fight, along with mine. I fight this illness. And I try to spit in it's face. Everyday I wake up, is another blow to this disease. Yes, it took down a lot of my comrades.. And it stole my lungs I was born with.
But it did not steal my spirit. It rises from the ashes. Always has. I hold a phoenix in this heart. My spirit burns bright. I have gone down, and risen back up. More stubborn.. Yes I have some odd emotion. Sometimes I think I cry more than I used to. But I look back. And I cry so much less....
Tears are my strength. I say it shows my weakness to people. But in all honesty. It is my strength showing. I cry, because I don't want to give up. I hurt. And I want to fight.
I am really deep in thought about all this, because of last year.. I fought so hard to survive. And nearly died a couple times. And I also got transplant the year before that.
I fight, constantly. Popping pills, and going through tests and procedures. I remain in combat, never hiding. Though I wish I could. I am always fighting, and always trying to help and guide my comrades.
We are CF soldiers.. We fight... It is usually programmed into us, the moment we take our first defective breaths when born. We fight. No other choice but to. We need to fight to live.
I fight. And, I try so hard, to keep going. I try so hard, to never forget the fallen. This illness is a faceless enemy. We shoot into the darkness, depending on our instincts to guide us. Trying to use the ultimate technology to spot this enemy. We have it spotted, now we must obliterate it. We use our weapons, but which weapon will finally take it down? We can weaken it, wound it, but many of us, die trying.
I'm still fighting.. Will I see it go down? Will I see this enemy finally be defeated? Will our technology overcome this monster?
Will a cure be found? Or will all the soldiers of CF fight, and fall? We fall, and carry eachother. We honor eachother. I shoot at this enemy, I blast it. I stab at it. I see it. I hear it. I've felt it's painful attacks. It's gotten it's grasp on my throat and I am holding a gun to it's existance... I choke, I cry, But I won't back down.
I may not defeat this illness.. I am most likely just on the front lines now. Fighting while full of adreneline..
I know it's most likely too late for me, if a cure was found, I have someone else's lungs now. But let us save the children. Let us protect the next generation, so they don't have to see this ugly war..
And feel the pain of it... Feel the fear.. And have to join our ranks at such an early age.. We are born running. We are born with rifle in hand.
I wish my shots, and attacks would ifnally take it down...
I march.. I will march on...
I will carry on..
Rifle in hand... Tears running down my face, from fear, and courage.. I fight.
I'm on the front lines now.....
I am protecting the future.. I am protecting, myself..
I'm protecting the fallen..
I've literally sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears for this..
I've bled, my salty sweat drips to the ground as I march on.. My tears are forever falling. I've lost a part of myself.. The fornt line is getting thin..
But I hope to shield the children...
I will march, in May.. With my other comrades.. I shall march! One day, I hope we can raise our fists in victory.. |