To be weightless, to feel nothing, to be free, is something I yearn for. It’s like the ocean is a metaphor of me; all calm and wonderful when the waves sing harmoniously together because everything works, their process is unnoticed, just a simple language that continues in verse. But then the storm comes, no longer can the sea be ignored. It is waging a war on the rocks and cliffside, eating away at their foundations, whilst having an internal battle. Currents mixing, waves colliding; harmonious no longer, but an object of chaos and destruction.
My body is fighting against itself. Inside I am a raging storm yet outside I'm as calm as a pristine ice lake; frozen and immaculate, a perfect representation of a human.
And yet I am not perfect. No one is perfect. This world is not perfect. Genetically we know this, as we can see the anomalies in everyday life; the sick, the blind, the mentally handicapped. Then there are conditions of the body that are psychological like anorexia, bulimia and depression. There are the critical and medically serious conditions, which are common, but that still doesn't take away the fear we each have when the word "cancer" is uttered. However, there are medical conditions that are hidden and unknown - not just by the general public but also by doctors and specialists. Symptoms and diagnosis left unclear is what makes these conditions secret; they take awhile to emerge, to surface, and to spread into common knowledge.
(copyrighted - written and owned by Sarah Andrews)