Sorry I haven’t posted in FOREVER, but I hope this poem can help me make it up to you. It’s about when I first started having chronic health issues, a.k.a. when my RSD/CRPS first started…
Little girl runs from the pain,
She can’t run, she can’t walk, she drops to the floor
unable to tolerate even the rain.
broken down hear her cry,
waving her childhood one last goodbye.
her mom wipes her tears, her dad takes away her fears.
they fight until they see the light,
finally the girl see’s what’s right,
“My monster can’t control me.”