Blog #poetry

sometimes it feels like you’re watching out at the world where no one can see back in… Enter this poem “icebox.” An open, grieving, hard to get up in the morning kind of poem. A strange dichotomy of feeling joy for people around me yet grief for myself. It's the loss of my health, yet finding a community and, in a sense, a voice.

There’s something about being “thyroid tired.” A synthetic fight between your brain and your body, but you can never win if you are thyroidless. You can never rest if you are thyroidless. Read my midnight version of Thyroid Tired here.