Chick With Flare
Creating a life with Autoimmune Arthritis
Posts filed under: Poetry
Beware when you need empathy You might only be fed on pity It might feel like something to sustain you But it’s a hollow cell As empty as the dreams...
And as I lie here shell shocked that after all this time, still you can hurt me. Only one thought confuses me more… Why did you ever want to? ...
“I don’t cry much” she said “It’s just not my way” “If I trust you, it’s with words From my heart…for you and no one else.” “You can be...