Always Evermore

Here in the tangle of carpet and sunlight
Here where the curtains drift soft in the breeze
Up where the ceiling fan ruffles your arm hair
And the soft-drifting sun motes compel you to sneeze

Nestled down deep in the cushions of couches
Propped with our feet in a pair of warm socks
Tea in our hands, or set by an elbow
Ears tickled daily by the ticking of clocks

Deep in the wilds of tubes and of needles
Wrapped in a mess of yesterday’s clothes
Look up for a moment and take a deep breath, love
There are thousands of us, you are never alone

We are the Lost Ones
Fallen from life
Fighting a lost war
With a dull knife
Welcome to the Lost Ones
Come meet your new King
Listen, I’ll teach you incredible things
Go pick up your needles, your bottles, your sticks
I’ll show you how capable, how mighty the Sick

Unlike the Lost Boys in stories they’ve written
We deviate wildly from the old lore
They stay young forever on the isle of Neverland
We skip youth completely, in Always Evermore

Getting the drop on the wisdom of ages
Skipping ahead to the end of the tale
We follow no leaders, no hiding, no seeking
We grow up out of order here, aged and hale

In our world we each of us sport our own hook
A badge of our bravery in battle’s fresh heat
We sleep with the wolves, walk gently with bears
And tick-tocking alligators sleep at our feet

We are the Lost Ones
Floating below
With blood on our faces
And scars in our bones
Welcome to the Lost Ones
Come be our new King
I’ll listen, you teach me incredible things
Go pick up your needles, your bottles, your sticks
We know just how capable, how mighty the Sick

We don’t want to be here
Don’t want to stay more
But giving up’s not an option
In Always Evermore

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Successful life with chronic illness in poetry and prose.

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Amanda Malone

Amanda Malone

Successful life with chronic illness in poetry and prose.

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