Prisoner

I'm a prisoner in many cages

Each smaller than the last

I'm stuck to the city I live in

Unable to travel 

I can't leave my home 

Or I risk becoming sicker

A room I would have once loved

Has become a place I dread

My bed shackles me 

Pulling me to sleep despite my pleas

My body and mind abuses me

over and over again 

I'm a slave to fatigue,

doctor's opinions, 

Mobility aids,

And the availability of others

I have no independence 

My memory is shot

Relationships in shambles 

Reputation forgotten 

What's even the point? 

I'm better off than others

But isn't everyone?

When is the suffering too much 

For the one individual? 

I can't give up

I don't want to die 

I want to live more than 

I've ever wanted everything.

But...

This isn't living. 

Everyone says to accept it

Radical acceptance 

I'm resistant to that type of thinking 

I was born to fight

But...

Resistance is making me sicker

How do you stop fighting something that is killing you?