When illness of the body is concerned,
The results are black and white.
Survival or death.
Then there is sickness of the mind,
Where the diseases are infinite and never-ending.
It exists, but no one to know it is there.
No physical manifestation,
Until it is too late.
But often to no avail.
Trying to understand, they sort of know,
But never fully.
Waking up one day,
It doesn’t hurt as much.
But the demons are always there, faintly whispering,
Never quite gone.
An ongoing war,
There are highs, lows, everything in between.
And we’re all waiting for the armistice.
Are you one of them?