Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Like the movie, “Groundhog Day”.
This doctor, that doctor, another -
Tomorrow repeat, and replay.
My daughter cradles her arm
And rocks back and forth in her chair.
It’s rheumatoid arthritis today
That brings us for medical care.
She needs new pain medication,
Bi-polar meds must be changed.
Her myasthenia gravis means
An eye operation’s arranged.
How do you cope with so much
When you knows there isn’t a cure?
It wasn’t a choice that you made.
You simply have to endure.
You live for the days that are better
And try to enjoy without sorrow,
Though you know there’ll always be
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.
For I didn’t know,
I didn’t know of,
This fire of pain,
From the fingers, the hands,
the feet,
Can’t stand up,
Can’t lay down,
Dreaming,
Longing for my body to float away on water,
For this pain to melt away,
For a healer to lay down their gentle hands
on me,
To lift me up again,
So once again I might see the stars,
Breathe the summer air,
For I did not know,
I did not know of this Pain.
Soon through the cracks,
Through the partially open curtains,
I hope for the morning light to find its way to me,
For the long shadows of night to be in retreat,
Then,
I will
callout
for
Help.
John Roberts
(I had a flare-up recently of Rheumatoid arthritis and I wrote this poem to give expression to the experience and for all people suffering pain.
Pain can seem even greater at night when the world is still outside)
A constant companion as you grow old
But sometimes as your young
Legs back arms
It continues to wreck havoc on the body
Pain
Sometimes you hurt so bad
You feel your hair and your toenails
Just throb
And the painkillers that worked so well
No longer work. At all
Joints pop and ache
Hands no longer can open jars
You become the best weatherman in town
You start to hurt just before it rains
Fibromyalgia, rheumatoid arthritis
Osteoarthritis, osteoarthritis of the back
Hell just plain old age
Some of the things we deal with
You continue on no matter how much you hurt
No matter how bad your headaches are
You still have your constant companion
Pain
(c)kingpen2021
Every day is the same pain,
I wake up in pain,
I move in pain,
I sleep in pain.
Illness is not always noticeable,
You and your body look !! Normal,
Only on the inside....... I'm broken,
Rheumatoid arthritis is to blaim,
I'm in pain.
People look at me and I look healthy,
Joints inside can not be seen,
Healthy is way in my past,
Dont judge,
I'm in pain.
All I want is my life back,
But!!!!! Eventually the disease will win,
Then I will hide it no longer,
And you will see,
I'm in pain.
Ask
anyone
about
autumn's
air
and
arthritis -
Already
appear
at
aunt's
arms
and
ankles -
Accepting
affliction
24/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Although we're getting on a bit, we're not ashamed to say
that me and my good lady, well, we get it every day.
We try different positions when we're both upstairs in bed
if we're not lying down you'll find us writhing round instead.
There's tubes of stuff in drawers next to us on the bedside table
and manuals that we've bought (oh, plus the internet, when we're able).
When needs arise we get it, boy, we get it while it's hot,
it comes from out of nowhere and we're upstairs like a shot.
The word is out, and local swinging groups call to invite us
but then find what we are on about is rheumatoid arthritis!
In our late teens down at the pub
we talked of things we liked.
Rock 'n roll,brunettes and blondes,
Mustangs and Norton Bikes.
Time's moved on and things have changed
and all of this has led
to talk of laying paving slabs and weatherproofing sheds.
Instead of worshipping our favourite bands
like Slade, Led Zep and Bolan
I now find that I hold a torch for the eldest of the Nolans.
Greasy skin and acne were the only things to blight us
long since replaced by varicose veins and rheumatoid arthritis.
The book of life we all must learn has reached the centre page
the staples coldly telling us that we've now reached middle age.
Still, if life is but a long hard race, the TT if you like,
I'm thankful I'm still in it and I ain't come off me bike.
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