Arthritis
After years of struggling with my knee
Years of being stuck to a needle
When I was sure I couldn't take another blow
Doctors came and told me my other knee was shot
It had been struck with osteoarthritis
And there was need to use two crutches
Cause if I didn't I'd make it worse
And I was too afraid to be stuck on a wheelchair
I knew I needed something to give
Give way so that I could see the light
A light at the end of the tunnel
For I was going through a dark phase
The pain was loud my ears couldn't bare
And my teeth would gnaw as I tried to set the foot down
Each time I'd limp back to my seat
And watch on at just how arthritis had taken a toll
At the eleventh hour, when the time was neigh
The meds kicked in and slowly I was back to my feet
After two weeks of medicating, I'd chosen this bitter pill
Over the other pill, for I still had to fight for I had a lot to look forward to
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