Guest guest Posted February 14, 2008 Report Share Posted February 14, 2008 This is touching. I felt very moved; your words are profound and you speak the truth beautifully. love, Kate From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations..... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 14, 2008 Report Share Posted February 14, 2008 This is touching. I felt very moved; your words are profound and you speak the truth beautifully. love, Kate From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations..... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 14, 2008 Report Share Posted February 14, 2008 This is touching. I felt very moved; your words are profound and you speak the truth beautifully. love, Kate From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations..... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 14, 2008 Report Share Posted February 14, 2008 Thank you Kate.Kate Rothschild wrote: This is touching. I felt very moved; your words are profound and you speak the truth beautifully. love, Kate From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations..... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Blessings, Trista 'When fascism comes it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross'... (Sinclair ) Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 14, 2008 Report Share Posted February 14, 2008 Thank you Kate.Kate Rothschild wrote: This is touching. I felt very moved; your words are profound and you speak the truth beautifully. love, Kate From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations..... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Blessings, Trista 'When fascism comes it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross'... (Sinclair ) Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 14, 2008 Report Share Posted February 14, 2008 Thank you Kate.Kate Rothschild wrote: This is touching. I felt very moved; your words are profound and you speak the truth beautifully. love, Kate From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations..... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Blessings, Trista 'When fascism comes it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross'... (Sinclair ) Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 14, 2008 Report Share Posted February 14, 2008 i have a blog, too and will share with you all soon. trista, your poem moved me and i loved it.annetteTrista wrote: Thank you Kate.Kate Rothschild <katelloydkidzoptonline (DOT) net> wrote: This is touching. I felt very moved; your words are profound and you speak the truth beautifully. love, Kate From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations..... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Blessings, Trista 'When fascism comes it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross'... (Sinclair ) Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search. Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. Try it now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 14, 2008 Report Share Posted February 14, 2008 Thank you Annette. I'd love to see yours sometime. Annette Stange wrote: i have a blog, too and will share with you all soon. trista, your poem moved me and i loved it.annetteTrista <tabeloe37> wrote: Thank you Kate.Kate Rothschild <katelloydkidzoptonline (DOT) net> wrote: This is touching. I felt very moved; your words are profound and you speak the truth beautifully. love, Kate From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations..... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Blessings, Trista 'When fascism comes it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross'... (Sinclair ) Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search. Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. Try it now. Blessings, Trista 'When fascism comes it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross'... (Sinclair ) Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 21, 2008 Report Share Posted February 21, 2008 {{{{{{{{Trista}}}}}}}} Well done! Challis From my blog A prisoner, inside this temple.A prisoner of pain and fatigue.Exhausted by merely breathing,There's an invisible weight keeping me down.I stumble along,Trying to get my legs to cooperate.My brain tries to tell them what to do,But they just don't get the message.Catching my toe on the carpet,And down I go.My own feet.... tripping me up.I have so many things to do,And not enough energy to get them done.Simple trips to Wal-Mart,Most people take for granted.Pushing a cart at the market.... each isle 100 miles.Burning muscles, spasms, twitching,Shooting, stabbing, aching pains. Pins and needles poking at my skin.Feet crushed in an invisible vice.Vibrations.. ... I feel "plugged in".Chill bumps in isolated spots,Numbness here, then gone again. Body, why do you betray me?Sickness, why do you steal my youth?You make me feel like a 37 yr old in an 80 yr old body.I just want my life back. Never miss a thing. Make Yahoo your homepage. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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