POETRY

Yeah, I wrote that in the thick of everything. Can you tell 😅😅 looking back it is mellow dramatic but I kinda like the imagery I tried to convey. Whilst on the surface it seems to be about my pain and my issues about living an aimless life, I was hoping to give the feeling of living with CF. The crackling lungs etc. But in a way it was my Cf that not only gave me strength all these years it does seem to be the main source of my hardships. It really doesn't seem fair how something that is just meant to affect my lungs and digestive system. It affects my who life. My hope and dreams, my relationships, my friends and family. It baffles me. It this time I didn't want the bellowing voice to come off as a Godly response. Though I can see it, considering my recent religious journey. But to be it demonstrates that voice in my head that fights back against these thoughts. The thing that keeps me going and looking for the way around issues. It may be God. It may just be just some subconscious survival mechanism in my head. Either way in my head it's seems like a different me. The one that doesn't have CF. The potential me that desperately wants to come to being.

I hope that makes sense l. It seems neither versions of me know how to write yet 😅😅