Behind the Screen

For some books, their covers are empty,

Unmarked, blank as eyeballs of dead

But as you flip the pages scrutinize sentences

You realize how complex, how advanced,

The words are that you have read

For others they bring such radiant images,

Intentionally pleasing to the eyes, like bees on flower, or wasp on bud

But the words inside, so lousily, lifeless, sluggish

Without substance or meaning, just lingering like pearls cast in mud.

Well am neither

Just like the screens of television

Your reflection shine so bright when you look at me,

Positivity, resilience, talent, hard work, that’s what you see

Twenty year old epileptic scholar that is just who I am,

But a doctor, that is what I want to be

Syncope, convulsions,

Hospitalizations, powerful medications

It is never easy living with an illness that is shrugged under the carpet

Like tiny dirt particles, even though it exists and cannot be ignored

I am the girl who girl who fight like hell rooster to thrive,

To push myself like power house giving myself the drive

I am that girl who finds that extra gust of positivity once I am alive

Who know how to fight beyond my faint, fears easy and just saying

I will survive

Unpredictable…I turn my volume up, change channels,

My illness restricts but does not define me

It has mold me to be tough powerful and strong,

To have fun and be more appreciative of the things I had all along,

School, friends, family, support and a place where I belong.