This disease is not an infection
It travels in my veins giving me palpitations,
as I think it I fail to control my emotions,
it is heavier than all my sufferings and tribulations.
As I lived under it I was overwhelmed by destitution,
it took all my power, dreams and imagination,
as the dreadful thief it stole my confidence and ambitions.
This disease took my childhood days unceremoniously,
it convinced me to do stupid actions unconsciously.
As an angel from the heavens I saw myself healing from toxic substances.
Being a victim of rape is more like a lifetime sentence.
Being abused at home without a place to hide is so undefined.
I wish I could forget the past but the past still remember me,
the only medication that keeps me going is poetry.