June’s Interlude

A poem about chronic illness

Photo by Anna Shvets: https://www.pexels.com/photo/romantic-black-woman-with-chamomiles-in-hair-3746226/

Sometimes I gaze up at God
to remember His voice is still loud
that this deserted island
my feet are sunken into
is only a mirage drawn by you.

Continue to try your best.
Twist my limbs until they shake
like branches in the wind,
sit within my breast,
rip my…