An Unwanted Companion
Pain
took up residence
without permission
stealing everything
it came in contact
with including my
Dreams.
Lost
in despair’s dark lair
embers spark to flame
fear whispers lies
into both my ears
stirring latent fears
Fury.
Time
in kaleidoscopic haze
neurologic degradation
interlocked nerves sparking
triggering spastic legs into
Spasm.
Fire
tormenting burning pain
invading each cell
as inflammation
seizes the knees first
stealing my balance
Again.
Walker
wheels keep me moving
while fatigue assaults
twin torturers now
traumatizing loss
cruel limits resetting my
Normal.
Fight
twenty-four, seven
against the onslaught
that incessantly
wears my spirit thin
Your bottle catches my
Tears.
Thoughts
flying the mental coup
distraction within words
ignoring your shout
as flames blaze aloud
flinging me beyond the
Scale.
Pain
grips me tightly in its vice
sparked by rain and ice
barometric pressure flux
with humidity soaring
spasticity squeezing silent
Screams.
Hope
battered, bruised, bleeding
pleading for angelic arrival
ears listening intently for
trumpet fanfare ringing
proclaiming Jesus’
Return.
Heather, this is a brave poem you have written. Your courage is astounding, as are you accomplishments in life. I commend you! Keep fighting!
Thank you so much, Chris. I will never stop fighting. Sharing poems like this gives insight into what people with CP live with and hopefully will help garner more funding for the 17 million around the globe who have it and need the medical community to hear us. It’s not a childhood disorder… it’s a life long disability that takes an immense toll.
This is an astounding spilling of words that describe the day-to-day life of someone with CP. But, as the reader of this poem, I can briefly acknowledge a mild understanding of what you go through. I indeed have my own chronic pain from childhood joint dysfunction and chronic Achilles Tendonitis combined with sciatica, but I can’t compare it to CP.
You are one of the bravest and most sincere people I’ve had the pleasure to meet and call my friend.
Thank you! I empathize with the chronic pain and conditions that you deal with on a daily basis. I am as blessed to call you my friend, Jill. God bless you!
Wow Heather, Your Poem “An Unwanted Companion” is another fantastic poem where
I am brought into Your world of CP, and the constant pain You endure daily.
Your descriptive writing further involves those emphatic caring readers with Your daily pain and your Miraculous daily endurance of it.
Yes, it will be So, So, So Fantastic to be in HEAVEN with GOD THE FATHER, THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT, MOTHER MARY, SAINT JOSEPH And All The HOLY ANGELS And SAINTS… 🎶Oh When The Saints Go Marching in…….. I Want to Be In That Number, Oh When The Saints Go Marching In. 🎶 GOD Bless You Heather, You will definitely “be in that number!” Well Done Talented Lady. 🤗❤️🤗
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Thank you so much, Shirley. God bless you. We will be rejoicing on that day, together!
Amazing poem Heather. Thank you for sharing.