Creative Writing on Chronic Illness

All things crumble to the sea

My body was a land, once proud.
Now but a weathered cliff,
Eroded by time’s passing hand.

My dreams have been diluted,
By life’s watering can.
It’s salty water seeps and rots all plans.

My loves like the tide, they come, they go.
My health an undercurrent,
Passions ripped from the shallows.

My mind, the sea wall. Last line of defence.
And when my mind has crumbled,
My final journey will commence.


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