I don’t understand your lack of pain
In a body that doesn’t daily complain
As if health is a friendly companion
Instead of an abusive relationship
My body doesn’t cooperate
It’s inconsistent and inconsiderate
I can’t plan for health or strive for it
I expect unexpected symptoms
I shouldn’t compare my trauma
To your seemingly perfect health
Comparison is the theif of joy
My body’s already betrayed itself.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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