Consequences

I'm not supposed to leave my home

So says the doctors.

So said my mother 

Long ago. 

I often feel 

Like that confused grounded kid

Laying in bed 

With nothing but a book.

The other day I went to take my autonomy back 

I'm no longer that grounded kid. 

I will live my life as I want 

With fun and joy and people.

But there are still consequences. 

Still punishments. 

I might not get in more trouble with my mother 

But my body attacks me like no other.  

I woke up dizzy

Unable to lift my head 

The dim light is too bright 

My voice won't speak loud enough.

So, here I am in bed

Feeling like that punished kid again. 

Maybe I should just accept my fate 

And stop rebelling against it.  

But then I won't have 

The fun

The joy

The people. 

That's just not acceptable. 

So I'll put up with the pain, the sickness 

Because there's no point of life

Without really living