Poem: Ode to Sickle Cell

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A poem written by one of our Warriors in the Spotlight, Davinna Thrower. You can visit her blog for more poetry at Iusedtohavetheblues.blogspot.com

Ode to Sickle Cell

Sickle cell anemia does not bind me, it drives me
It’s covers with hurt allowing you to see and taste the freedom of health and when you least expect it makes you beg to be normal.
I am it’s keeper and though it hurts to live, I’d die not to
I was blessed with a gift and the only way to help others and appreciate life is to live with this curse
It reiterates the preciousness of simple moments…..
You live your life….and determine your choices…within this i have no choice…
You make me sit down and stand up, you make me cry and moan in pain
You make me worry that at any point something will happen…
You make me question my ability
You have been present my whole life and still i don’t know you. I can’t understand why you were given to me….to be riddled with me….to make me powerless against your power.
You tell me to expect the worse and I will
However you will not win…..
Blood cells eroded into the shape of death
Every breathe is a test
Like a stalker I will never be free of you…..
Like a curse….you can make me fall to my knees for you
Many go through life angry at what they don’t have, not knowing that because they are alive and healthy they have it all……This is my ode to Sickle cell..

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