More Poetry✨🌈💜

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         ⬆️(Rainbow Art Is NOT MINE)⬆️

*Poetry belongs to Me! Do not copy and or claim it as your own! Just fyi, i have an editor who would love to take those to court who steal her clients art...**

I will not give up Poem

Bleeding and bleeding, it will not stop. Two times, three times a month, it will not hault. Horror and shock of these every day pains, it hurts, its unbearable, the puddles of crimson veins. 

As much as I scream, as much as I cry, i can't stand it and some days I just wanna die. I can't though, I have to try.

My family, my friends, they are my heart. If I gave up, it would break them apart. 

Yes, I have no eggs, and I'm sterile as a surgeons packaged knife, keeping positive is all I can do at this current moment of my life.

Side effects of meds from confusion and lucid dreaming. Nocturnal hallucinations, fatigue, it's not just all the bleeding. Pinching myself every hour making sure this isn't a dream. Waking up to agonizing pain and blood curdling screaming.

Barely can sleep, barely can walk, no arts or crafts, no energy to talk.

I dont want to end myself, I'm more stronger than i know. I must keep pushing and going, gotta get up from that low. 

Hoping for a rainbow or a small shower of relief.  To disappear my woes, my pain, the worries and grief. 

I keep strong because I am much more than my pain. It's hard but I gotta keep going, I must stay sain. 

With all that's been happening, I gotta keep on. I will not accept defeat or death, because I matter, because I belong. 

I•Will•Not•Give•Up!
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©2024 Julianne A.

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