Monday, April 14, 2014

Krypotonite

We all have a host of insecurities, some people will announce them out right while others try to prove strongest where they are weakest.

I hit the gym everyday to hide my insecurities: I have multiple sclerosis, which will eventually cause my body and mind to become weak and not be able to move, and  I have a low self esteem due to body image. Regardless of how many times I go to the gym, how hard I workout, or how good I feel now, my insecurities never seem to leave - in fact they run rampant through my mind when I am idle.

Most people who look at me can't see my invisible diseases and my host of medical issues, and would think I look healthy and fine. On the inside I am weak and frail and my kryptonite is fear.

Don't be fooled because I come across as confident in my intelligence (which I also fear will die because of the MS) because I am truly a little lamb behind my grizzly bear exterior, and my fears plague my thoughts, hiding in the dark shadows of my mind.

What do I fear? I fear food, social parties (because I am suppose to eat or drink), chemicals, becoming ill, losing my mind, not walking, losing my kids and not being able to make art or write.

These days I speak in silence to myself to scared to speak or share some of my thoughts out loud because I fear others will think I'm insane. Instead I keep most ideas to myself...hoping tomorrow will be the day I will share them.

I speak honestly in hopes others will not fear me knowing I wish only to help, but instead some people read my blunt honest nature as a facade and wonder what I am hiding. The only thing I hide is my extra skin under my clothes, stretch marks, and scars from numerous surgeries.


I am weak, yet strong.
Outgoing, yet fearful.
Energetic, yet in pain.
Alone, yet fulfilled.
Happy, yet hurt.



And I am now here with you
and you are here in my thoughts
As you read them
know we are connected.
I long to hear you
   please speak.
Become my thoughts
and overshadow my fears.


Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Rant

How can something be love when people place conditions on circumstances? When things get difficult people seem to to run away without looking back to save them self without caring for another. Am I not here? Am I not human? Does my medical malady offend you? Is it my fault I couldn't contain my anxiety and suffering...that I was imperfect? That science ruined my mind and body and I am paying the pied piper. How is it that this is so? How can we feel for one situation and not for another? Does my pain make you uncomfortable? Because I don't wear my pain outwardly do you believe me? Because I don't cry or scream can you not hear me? Why is it because I suffer in silence am I any different?

And now I cry...
yet you cannot see my tears
they fall from my from heart like crimson colored hail

my silence it screams
like a rabbit drowning in water
yet you cannot hear it

I tremble
like a volcano erupting
yet you cannot feel it

Because I look normal.

When do people see another? When do they decide that they've suffered enough? Or do they even see it...can they see it? What makes another indifferent - is it their unusual strength, their bold outlook, their lack of normalcy.

Unfortunately and fortunately I am an anomaly - I am not only genetically unique but my perception or outlook on life and society is against what most people believe in or do.

Just by being me - makes me different, yet I am the same. I am connected to everyone and everything...so why do I feel so alone in a sea of people? I am trapped in a society who has yet to awaken and see that they are a part of everyone and everything. That I am no different then you...but yet I am different. How can that make sense? Because you can feel everything I can feel if you allow yourself to open up and feel pain.

But I'm sure you wouldn't want to feel my pain - and yet I want to know your pain...I want to know how you suffer in silence. Do you feel like you are heard? Do you feel like everything you do is for nothing because tomorrow you are going to get back up and do the same thing today all over again tomorrow?

We all wonder when our monotonous pain will end...but some fear of their pain increasing ... like myself.



Normal Crimson Colored Hail

And now I cry...
yet you cannot see my tears
they fall from my from heart like crimson colored hail

my silence it screams
like a rabbit drowning in water
yet you cannot hear it

I tremble
like a volcano erupting
yet you cannot feel it

Because I look normal.