A poem by Wanda Cobb
(This poem is about epilepsy. November is epilepsy awareness month. I thought it would be nice to have a poem to show other students that have this hidden affliction; they are not alone.)
My condition will never heal.
I hope someday you’ll understand.
But, you can’t know how I feel
And this isn’t how I had things planned.
Any minute I’ll leave you all behind
To visit the dark shadows of my mind.
My heart feels like it will bust
All I want to do is cry.
My medication is a must
Without it I couldn’t even try.
When I fall to the ground
Some people may flee
And some just stand around
Wondering what happened to me.
For every whimper my soul has found
I’m left jerking on the cold hard ground
At the instant that I fell
My scream became a farewell
It only lasts a minute or so
As I kick to and fro.
They can call me a freak
But, they know not what they speak.
Medicine and research helps turn the pages
And puts an end to my silent rages.