every morning I wake . . .
ready for the challenge. . .
I slip on my gloves of life. . .
and fight for the gift of living. . .
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the challenger is lupus. . .
a dirty opponent. . .
with a blinding punch. . .
that knocks me out. . .
on any giving day. . .
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as I lay taking the count. . .
I hear myself cheer. . .
willing me to stand. . .
shake off the knock out. . .
but I just want to lay there. . .
and take the TKO loss. . .
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lupus my dirty opponent. . .
with a sneaky punch. . .
doesn’t fight fair. . .
using under handed tricks. . .
I never see coming. . .
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I won’t throw in the towel. . .
I’ll stand on shaky legs. . .
forgetting to bob and weave. . .
even wobble as I continue. . .
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my heart pulsates rapidly. . .
my lungs gasps for air. . .
my skin red, black, and blue. . .
but I fight, I fight. . .
alone or together because. . .
it’s me, it’s us verse lupus. . .
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It’s my battle my resolve. . .
they don’t care. . .
they don’t want to hear. . .
so I fight. . .
I fight alone. . .
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©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 7/16
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silentlyheardonce 
[…] via Us Verse Lupus — silentlyheardonce […]
I do hear and care. My friend who is like a sister has battled lupus all of her adult life. I won’t even start with the number of joint replacements and medicines and weight gain and constant pain. As a close witness to this, I know some of what you are going through, but I can’t say “I understand” because I have never gone through it. My friend is definitely the strongest and bravest person I know. I think you must be, too, no matter how down and weak you feel at times.
Thank you for your support. Yes it’s not an easy battle. My girlfriend can be helpful but don’t she doesn’t understand when I shut down suddenly.
Courageous seems the best word here too.
No choice because if I had one I wouldn’t live this life. 🙂
It is also held among Buddhists (among others) that a soul decides to enter this specific life as part of a learning/developing process. I am not saying this is necessarily the whole truth, but it may be at least worth considering. 🙂 After all, what certainty do we have beyond our interpretation of our experiences such as they are?
That’s he same as saying we go through the things we go through to learn. That we live the life we live for a reason, we all have a purpose. I often wonder what my purpose is.
I have decided what mine is. Not having a purpose makes things more difficult, I think.
Sometimes I think I know other times I’more not sure.
I believe it is important to learn to distinguish who is at the microphone at any specific moment. Thereby I generally succeed in avoiding thinking/acting ways that more sensible me’s don’t regret later. It took me a few years to get this. If I can shorten your journey than my belief in my purpose in living will be strengthened. ❤
Thank you for your pearls of wisdon.
Now if I could only heal your physical ailments …
Yes that would be nice.
I’m sure. Meantime I’m working on it.
But there’s a queue.
I wish you could “float like a butterfly”, but in the meantime I feel for your lifelong fight. An excellent poem
Great metaphor. The butterfly is the lupus symbol because of the rash many get across their nose. Thanks for reading.
I didn’t know about the symbol. Thank you
I know you didn’t and I know you were using Muhammad Ali slogan. :😄
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Lovely! This made my day. Such a warm and nice poem!
Warm a poem about boxing a chronic illness, interesting thanks for your comment.
Inspiring because you’re such a great and strong person!
Thank you. 😊
I should be the one thanking you for inspiring us like this. And so sorry if my comment came as offending. 🙂
Kim, keep fighting. Your words are eloquent as much as they are strong. Persevere. Keith
Thank you Keith I will.
I am pleased you are not throwing in the towel Kim… And I wish you did not have this opponent ..
Love and hugs my friend xxx
Thank you Sue. Some days I do feel like giving up but that’s the easy way out. He all is good with you.
you will live!
you want to live
my heart gave me a start
failed
and then again
failed
i fell
i cried
i tried
to let my spirt
go to god
but it wasnt the time
and then the chimes
in the wind
were a kindness
to me
far beyond
what any person
could do for me
love
for life
yes it is
for now!