Ashamed Of Allergies? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A drink so common, sold and seen,
In every advert, bright and keen.
It flows in cheers, a social art,
A legal pleasure, right from the start.

But for some souls, a change takes hold,
A different story to unfold.
The grip grows tight, a losing fight,
Dimming their days and darkening night.

A twist of genes, a path they tread,
Where self-control has softly fled.
Like sneezing fits when pollen's near,
No choice in what brings on the tear.

So why the shame, the hidden plea?
For a body's wiring, wild and free?
No fault in lungs that cough and wheeze,
No blame in knees that bend with ease.

This struggle faced, a heavy load,
Walks down a solitary well known road.
But judgement's sting, it should not land,
On those who will not understand.

For this is not a chosen sin,
But a journey from deep within.
A human frailty, strong and vast,
Not a failure that's meant to last.