My first epilepsy poem

Stuck in the moment,

Praying for light...

Or a day that isn't a fight. 

My body is tired,

my brain is fried, 

yet here I am. 

I am alive. 

I'm still here. 

I never left, 

I'm fighting a war,

Except with myself. 

Can't you see how scary a day,

When my body reacts

And I drift away. 

I am still she,

I still laugh and sing,

My body gets broken,

Does that mean a thing. 

Tell me who to be,

How to get through,

Heavens knows I'm trying 

It's so hard to do. 

I have epilepsy,it doesn't have me,

I'm still here. I'm me. I'm she