The Voice of Disease

Cross our heart we'll hope to die.
Careful blueprints build our staircase
strong and steady until our last sigh.

Tainted blood, our body knows, but I will lie
until our bones cannot bear the race.
Cross our heart, we'll hope to die.

Beeps and gurgles, filling the room, all amplify
our mind as I plot against you with a faster pace.
Strong and steady until our last sigh.

But remember.what's yours is mine, and I can't deny,
that if you die, so do I! This is a bond I cannot
cross our heart and I'll hope to die.

Our fate was destined, in the cards, a solemn fate for you and I.
But hand in hand together we will face
strong and steady until our last sigh.

This is my deal, and to us I'd never lie,
keep a mental high; in turn I will keep up my pace.
(With this promise) Cross our heart and hope to die
and I'll keep you strong and steady until our last sigh.

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I am currently working on a biology and creative writing degree at the State University of New York at New Paltz. I have been suffering with the autoimmune disease Systemic Lupus Erythematosus since age fourteen. This villanelle describes how I feel my Lupus would speak to me. My hope is that someone who is struggling reads this and knows they are not alone. Lupus is a lifelong battle against your own body, but you should never give up. I aspire to become a Physician Assistant and aid those who are struck with these crippling diseases and show them comfort even when the odds are stacked against them.