Written by a Fourteen Year Old ~ A Poem on her Disease

 What they don't see

Crying baby

Eating nothing

Shoving odd things in my throat

Doctor visit

No real answers

Wondering in a waiting room

Answers bringing 

Stone faced, silence

And a disease you can't pronounce

Food restrictions 

Medications

Constant pain no one can see

Growing up

But not in height

Leads to questions I can't take

"Go back to elementary school"

"Why don't you just eat"

"You're too young to be in pain"

Sometimes it makes me question

I choose to bloom from this seed of pain

Not because anything else has me rooted here.

I choose to grow stronger from this stone on my path.

I will not let what they don't see get in my way

I am brave enough to get IVs since I was an infant

To get an injection every day for the next two years

I am strong enough 

Not to accept new medical conditions

But to work side by side with them 

Because we are not one

But two separate beings

I am compassionate

I am loving

I am creative

I am curious

I am me 

(Abigail, age 14)