Sick

I don't want a pity party or anyones sympathy. I just want someone to relate someone to listen to me. I'm blessed to have another day but each is filled with pain, all because tainted blood pumps through my veins. My life consists of medication and hospital stays. I try to be optimistic but there's no cure so i'll be this way until my last day. I wouldn't wish for my enemy to go through what I go through. I would do anything to be healthy like you. **This poem is an ode to the everyday battles I endure with an chronical, hereditary blood disorder known as Sickle Cell Anemia.**