Silent Battles

She suffers in silence, alone Her outward appearance, deceptive as her body wages war on itself crippling joints, a slow-motion stranglehold   Her outward appearance, deceptive Some days are good while others succumb to that slow-motion stranglehold as it tightens its grip Her counter attack, a cornucopia of pills — yellow, pink, orange   Still, some days are good enough to balance those when she … Continue reading Silent Battles