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The Rainbow of Lies

My 10-year-old day of therapy and taking a lot of drugs, I wish it all would end at 20, I just need to go through the last 5 years.

My sister Ersa always smiles when I take her medicines 2 times a day in the morning and at night, Ersa is very afraid to lose me, in fact he once said if I was sick he was the first sick man, so as much as possible I always keep my condition.

For me badminton is my life, only that game makes me forget the diseases that continue to eat away at my life.

I don't know, I don't even believe that when the doctor says that it's going to end when I'm 20, I always think, it might be over but I can't see it anymore, dead I mean.

"Sa, I want to talk." I put the tray and the plate on my bedside table, and we stared at each other closely.

"What's? what does brother want to talk about? about the 20-year-old that Doctor Chikal promised?"

He replied in an accusatory tone, then he took a breath.

"Believe me brother, everything will be fine, forget it and enjoy the present, I've seen you better in a few days, even you're no longer moody."

"Ersa, you're the only sister I have, I'm gonna leave you sooner or later, I don't know when God's gonna take me from you, but all you need to know is, I love you so much."

I hugged Ersa who was now crying in my arms. I took off my arms and grabbed my laptop, opened a blog and showed Ersa the blog.

"Sa, this blog is simple, I admire the author, all of his writing is a word puzzle that he strung together in his life, but when I got to know and talked to him, he said, she's a tough woman and never sees her sadness."

"You admire, the woman the author and the owner of that blog? you know him?"

"Yes, one year I was stalking her and we accidentally got to know each other, I seemed to be in love with her, you could say she was my first love Sa."

"You know him, right? does he know how you feel?"

"Not by just being her friend have I been so happy, after all it seems like silence is better."

"Until when will you shut up my sister

"Until he realizes that I'm really the right choice, Ersa, can survive like now and see that I'm happy."

"Don't go down so low, I don't like it!" Ersa cut her lips and exited my room with her dirty tray.

I did admire Micah, he wrote rhymes figuratively, even the diction he wore could give me a little expression.

I am not a man of the silent and expressionless type but, how is it, sometimes I am humble because of my condition like this, I am, I became an Olympic champion even a match like a few weeks ago just to make up for my shortcomings, I hope I am not looked down upon because of my pain, that's all.

The Rainbow of Lies, the first poem Micah made a year ago that made me aware of myself.

Beautiful pictures in the twilight sky.

It rises after the rain has stopped,

Created due to light bias.

Laughing when hurt.

I'm a rainbow, though,

A rainbow at the end of twilight that only rises because of the refraction of light.

There is a storm but it is still beautiful with lies.

It was raining because of the clouds, but it still looked beautiful.

Created after rain, present after bias.

Beautiful even with lies.