Ask me to tell how it feels

To be curled up in a ball encompassed in                            
Your own mass, wracked
With pain.

Ask me to tell how it feels
To shake with not exasperation
But because you
Have to.

Ask me to tell how it feels
To never know if the
Last page will show,
If the lingering black
Cloud will ever
Turn white.

Ask me to tell how it feels
To be restricted,                    
By your body’s own
Warped sensation.

Ask me to tell how it feels
To be incapacitated
Just because
You are.

Although you may ask me how it feels
I may never tell
Because the feeling
Is a secret
Burning
Me up.