This is the pain of hot oil splashing your hand

This is the stomach growling in a quiet room

This is the scar on the arm irremovable 

This is the fire inside me that can’t be put out

Here lies my uncertainty in a new environment

I wake up everyday feeling sick, 

I can’t make it through one day.

The nurse knows me well,

The hard chair in her office was indented.

My cold chair in class, spotless.

My pain was not easy to see,

A wound that no ice pack could heal.

My mind had me imprisoned, trapped eternally.

Here are the conversations with myself, am I crazy?

Here are my hands tied with nothing to do.

Here is a solution to my endless sickness,

A face to face battle with what holds me back.

A victorious battle worthy of celebration

Something to look forward to everyday,

A classroom of kids to a teacher,

A patient to a enthusiastic doctor

Haunted people spread their fears like a virus,

But my fear had a cure, one that was hard to see.

Fear will stab you in the back if you don’t face it,

A light allows you to see in the darkness of fear.