DEAR THYROID^TM

Falling down in a heap onto the hardwood of my bedroom floor. This is the last thing I remember as my world whirls past in blurry pieces; the edges softening and fading until I succumb to darkness

Orthostatic? I don’t even know what that means.

“Rest” the man who reveals himself tells me as I hear the sound of waves crashing

Tori is standing over me; fear, panic and utter horror in her eyes. I am so sorry to put you through this, but

Underwater is where I want to be–swimming with the beluga whales who will nuzzle me with their open faces and melon heads

I would rather be dead than sick most days;

Truth be told

Others do not want to hear those words, so I never say them out loud

Underwater with the belugas is where I would rather be

Strong and free

–Written by, Keira

Tags: acrostic poetry, acrostic poetry using the word FORTUITOUS, healing poetry, health poetry, poetry written by thyroid patients, thyroid disease is an invisible disease, thyroid patient poetry, Thyroid Poetry

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