Poetry
Mountain
A poem about tackling simple tasks with a chronic illness.

Mountain before me Slopes beg to be climbed Just take a few steps Crawl out of your mind
White capped and daunting The peak feels too far Trudging in darkness Reaching for a star
Old burdens weigh down Depression and fret Boots sticking to earth Demanding their debt
Peering up in awe The crest can’t be reached How others conquered Those secrets unbreached
Move one step forward Its height grows in size Shooting up skyward Astonishing eyes
Climbing is vital Society claims Norms must be followed Protecting good names
But others don’t know Those not in the fight How high is the peak How dark is the night
They see no mountain No hurdle to clear Doing it daily With no pain or fear
So I must prevail Conquer this tower Gather all my strength Go take that shower
- December 21, 2019
Living with a chronic illness is like living on another planet. Simple acts that most people take for granted become insurmountable tasks. Neglecting bathing and cooking is often necessary. Fatigue can be so severe that even sitting up in bed is impossible.
When physical strength doesn’t fail you, your mind often does. Brain fog and voices mask what you know. It’s common to struggle to do everyday tasks such as tying your shoes or unlocking a door.
The worst days pass in time. There will be days when you can appear to be a functioning member of society. There might even be times you can keep up with everyone else.
No matter the day, whether it is good or bad, the first mountain is the same. Climb in that shower.
If nothing else, that act can be your win for today.
Until next time, keep fighting.
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