the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness

weak

it's far too easy

for me to call myself

weak

pathetic

fragile.

i don't want to be.

but my symptoms

are trigger happy.

one misstep

and i'm down

for the rest of the day.

at some point

though

i realized

i'm not weak.

to put it

blatantly

my symptoms

are pissbabies.

(poetic,

i know.)

but it's true.

and i

won't equate

their weakness

to my own

 any longer.