The Battlefield


Fighting a war with no end in sight.
But, the battlefield isn't a country,
The battlefield is me.
It is in my skin
And in my blood.
There is no me now-
Only a battlefield,
A waging war.
Me against invisible foes:
A terrorist that wreaks havoc on my body,
On my soul.
My weapons are limited,
And there seems no end to this fight.
My willpower is all there is,
That and the pills
That make me so very ill.
Limited in allies,
Who could truly understand
The toll of the battle
That is chronic illness,
An enemy that is ever-present?
Who am I now
But a battlefield?
I will fight,
Though the fighting is hard
And the battle is long;
For there is no giving up
When the prize is your life.

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