serving a sentence to illness

Serving a life sentence...

I looked you in the eye, stood there yelling at you. 

I cant shake these cuffs you put around my wrists.

When will i have given you enough?

I sacrificed my future, you stole my smile.. I ask myself why i cannot celebrate anymore, then i see you lurking in my reflection. There are moments i forget about you, there are moments i cannot fight the tears any longer. You have me serving a life sentence..

Through all my fight, my suffering, i learned how to paint flowers on the walls, i learned to let the light peak through the cracks in the white walls you built around my heart; mind; soul. I found warmth in the cold you trapped me in. 

Serving a life sentence.. i am breaking free, i will leave this box you keep me in.

learning from each test; lesson and trial you throw at me, yet you continue to rob me of raw real excitement, that warm fuzzy feeling i try so hard to remember felt. I feel time pass differently than the people walking past me. Power rushes over me now as i walk against the grain, no longer do i walk with the shame you filled me with.

I found peace, you told me i would never have. I laughed at you when i took my first true deep breath. No longer will you lurk in my peace, my joy. 

Serving a life sentence.. I beg to differ, as i look you in the eye and we learn to ride together from now on. You dont get to call all the shots, im putting my foot down, your living this life with me, no longer against me.

I call you my illness, you are just an illness, you will never take the spotlight of my life from me again...