When friends see my better part
They think nothing is wrong
You look so happy and strong
How can there be something apart?
Every day I struggle to keep food down
I pray for healing and no sickness
What if a dark shadow clears my illness?
Yet so many sleepless nights and no frowns.
I know deep inside of me I am not weak
I am always looking for better days
There is always hope to enhance my ways
Food gawps at me looking solid yet bleak.
I was normal once and loved to enjoy a meal
My friends would toast a glass of wine
Those times were always happy and fine
My suffering is not in disguise but very real.
I will stand up and be highly seasoned
Gastroparesis will not be my sorrow
Life will go on forever well and tomorrow
Tears will flood my smile for happy reasons.