Bone Ache

I am sick of hearing what I should do knowing damn well how much it contradicts to what I want

I am sick of feeling foreign to my body.

I am sick of the bone ache

the sore throat

I am sick of the shivering voice I hear,

Whenever I try to speak.

One day I will wake up

And breathe to feel, like I used to,

No more heaviness.

I yearn for that day

But I still must learn,

How one can be patient and endure the pain

Until it no longer is there.