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Who Am I?

March 30, 2015
By KayRae GOLD, Arlington Hts, Illinois
KayRae GOLD, Arlington Hts, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.


I am P.O.T.S.
When I raise to my feet
my body wraps,
clenches
to me.
Drags me
straight to my grave.
And with all my strength,
I dig my rounded chipped nails
into the shifting sands.
The sands of time
just floating away.
Preventing me
with every tug,
reconstructing me
with every shake
and every blackout.
I fight, I pull, I reach,
for the hope God gives me.
So that one day
my heart will stop racing
because there is no finish line,
and the hammer in my head
would stop pounding.
To be as strong as the
others who grew up with me.
To keep my eyes open
When my hands are steading
the steering wheel.
To be as sharp as my pencil,
the one I write my passions
onto college lined paper.
One day I will find myself
in the midst of my crippling pain
and my brains confusion.
But for now I am defined
not by my heart
but the disease that surrounds it.
To all but me,
I am P.O.T.S.


The author's comments:

I have POTS and I needed to write this for awareness


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