You're in a race
You look at your opponent
He looks ready
You hear the gunshot
You both take off
You're running as fast as you can
and he is too
Legs far apart
With each leg launching you as far as possible
Your opponent is close behind
You like the feeling
but then you notice something that can end it all for good
You're gasping for air
Trying your hardest because this victory will get you far
But your body says "no"
Your opponent is catching up
You see it in the corner of your eye
The anxiety sets you up for further defeat
as he passes you, you wonder "why me?"
you think, "How is this possible?He put in the same effort as I did"
Then you collapse
Gasping for air
A day later you are admitted to a hospital
And then you think to yourself "I should not have over-worked myself"
Because in you is one of the most unheard and silent killers
You have Sickle Cell....After all.
(This poem serves as an example of the limitations set on people with Sickle Cell Disease. This disease has no cure and has taken the lives of many young people. We should all push to raise Sickle Cell awareness)