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Understanding the nature of chronic conditions

Zdjęcie autora: The Sleeping ForestThe Sleeping Forest

It is already there when I wake

Gently gnawing at my knees and elbows

"How restful your sleep," it says. "How calm."

"I want to have it for myself."

In that moment

I understand the image of a dragon

Chewing on the roots of the Yggdrasil

And devouring its lifeforce

 

It finds a place to nestle in me for the day

I move slowly. I don't want to shake it awake.

It comes awake anyway when the sky is grey

Or if I dared to pretend it wasn't there for too long

In that moment

I understand the image of a status effect

In a videogame; ticking away one's HP

A single point at a time

 

It settles in my fingers when I stitch

Or in my mind as I work the keyboard

"Such beautiful things you make," it croons.

"I want them all to myself."

In that moment

I understand the image of a dead man walking

Waiting for doom he knows to be inevitable

And powerless to intervene

 

The doctors smile at me as they ask me to leave

People turn away disappointed by my silence

I open my mouth to beg for mercy

And spit out my bitten-off tongue

In that moment

I understand the image of a stone

Being slowly carved out

By dripping water

 
 
 

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