Chronic

Living with chronic conditions is not easy,
hosting one’s own pity party, feeling somewhat queasy,
longing for those light and breezy days of easy peasy!

Jan. 6, 2019 for Silent One's Threesome Poetry Contest
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May Avatar
January 14, 2020 at 7:05 PM
Dropping back with my Congrats on your win Andrea..
Andresen Avatar
January 14, 2020 at 2:02 PM
- Congratulations so much on your winning poem :) - // Anne-Lise
Gauthier Avatar
January 12, 2020 at 5:43 PM
Lovely on the surface, Andrea. Too bad about the underlying reality of living with pain though... Hugs, Line xx
One Avatar
January 12, 2020 at 7:42 AM
If only, but sadly when we have such conditions these days are long gone... Congrats on your placement in the contest..
Dietrich Avatar
January 12, 2020 at 12:55 PM
not if the supplements I am using finally DO THE JOB. I remain ever hopeful. Thanks for the placement, Silent One.
Krutsinger Avatar
January 9, 2020 at 7:47 AM
Makes perfect sense. I wish this was over for you my friend.
Babcock Avatar
January 7, 2020 at 4:27 PM
Well said Andrea. The health issues can get a person down and make them want the easy peasy again. love phyl
Pandit Avatar
January 7, 2020 at 7:03 AM
Well expressed, Andrea--many share those feelings.
Watt Avatar
January 6, 2020 at 11:36 PM
So many rhymes! This is both cute and wistful, Andrea. Glad you entered SO's contest, you fit so much into 3 lines! ~ J
May Avatar
January 6, 2020 at 8:59 PM
I like how you rhymed them all Andrea, Best wishes
Roper Avatar
January 6, 2020 at 8:56 PM
You look so health, but I do know you are having health issues. May the Lord lay his hands on you. Nicely written, good luck in the contest. Hugs Eve
Dietrich Avatar
January 7, 2020 at 3:32 PM
thanks,I am the perfect picture of health except with an alien body given to me by the doctor who had me take prolia injections for two years before i stopped cold turkey and never went back to him. I feel as if wind is blowing on my back half the time and my mouth is constantly changing. today at this moment it feels like wool. Other times it can feel like plastic. sometimes I can barely stand it, right now I can tolerate it. Weirdest stuff that nobody in the world seems to have experienced except myself.
Gauthier Avatar
January 6, 2020 at 8:40 PM
Good one, Andrea. Charming poem.
Foster Avatar
January 6, 2020 at 8:23 PM
This was light and beautiful... and I am sending you prayers and kind thoughts of flowers... well written my friend. You are a wonderful poet. Ann
Rodrigues Avatar
January 6, 2020 at 8:10 PM
This one is great! Any time we try to invite others to our pity party we realize everyone has “things.” Nevertheless hugs to you, dear friend!
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