I survive on Pepsi and Trazodone,
and perseverance that tells me I can do anything
even when my body says I can’t.
I have legs that can still walk, and
hands that have both learned to write
because failure isn’t an option.
And we don’t complain –
we’ll never complain.
So I just put on a sweater to hide the fact
that I’m still freezing in August,
and a hat to hide the hair
that falls out sometimes on those days
when I forget to breathe.
