Some RSD Poetry from the heart

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RSD and the Very Few

One day I reached out to a person in pain

Hoping to lesson fear and all the shame

Nobody understands our pain and say: What is this RSD?

You explain repeatedly how it can happen to you, and you, and me

There are so many of us around you would not believe

Unfortunately we hurt so badly it is hard to get out and achieve

When the weather or a breeze causes you to grimace in pain

Nobody understands and starts to think its in our brain

The few of us you do meet is because we dont get out very often

Pain keeps us in our own little prison and for some our final coffin

It takes so much strength to just make it through some days

For the pain never ceases and attacks us constantly in many ways

There is no one who could even begin to slightly comprehend

Just how much it takes out of us to do the smallest thing is a win

Life used to be so much easier to be complete and to understand

Now I feel so old, lost all I knew and no longer say I CAN

All I can do is try to be happy God granted me more time

The only way I can deal is to have my matter under my mind

I am grateful for a good doctor for so many still dont know

Just how much pain affects your life and there is NO Where to go

BY: Rhonda Sheets

October, 2004