Re: Some RSD Poetry from the heart

[Guest guest]

Rhonda,

Definately poetry from the heart...

You've expressed our pain in a way others can understand..

Thank you for sharing it with us..

Hugs,

Jo

[Guest guest]

Very good poem...and very true!!...

poetry Rhonda wrote:

RSD and the Very FewOne day I reached out to a person in painHoping to lesson fear and all the shameNobody understands our pain and say: What is this RSD?You explain repeatedly how it can happen to you, and you, and meThere are so many of us around you would not believeUnfortunately we hurt so badly it is hard to get out and achieveWhen the weather or a breeze causes you to grimace in painNobody understands and starts to think its in our brainThe few of us you do meet is because we dont get out very oftenPain keeps us in our own little prison and for some our final coffinIt takes so much strength to just make it through some daysFor the pain never ceases and attacks us constantly in many waysThere

is no one who could even begin to slightly comprehendJust how much it takes out of us to do the smallest thing is a winLife used to be so much easier to be complete and to understandNow I feel so old, lost all I knew and no longer say I CANAll I can do is try to be happy God granted me more timeThe only way I can deal is to have my matter under my mindI am grateful for a good doctor for so many still dont knowJust how much pain affects your life and there is NO Where to goBY: Rhonda Sheets October, 2004

[Guest guest]

Rhonda

That is a beautiful poem, do you mind if I send to my friends and family? I will just paste it so to keep your name on it.

Lin

-- Some RSD Poetry from the heart

RSD and the Very FewOne day I reached out to a person in painHoping to lesson fear and all the shameNobody understands our pain and say: What is this RSD?You explain repeatedly how it can happen to you, and you, and meThere are so many of us around you would not believeUnfortunately we hurt so badly it is hard to get out and achieveWhen the weather or a breeze causes you to grimace in painNobody understands and starts to think its in our brainThe few of us you do meet is because we dont get out very oftenPain keeps us in our own little prison and for some our final coffinIt takes so much strength to just make it through some daysFor the pain never ceases and attacks us constantly in many waysThere is no one who could even begin to slightly comprehendJust how much it takes out of us to do the smallest thing is a winLife used to be so much easier to be complete and to understandNow I feel so old, lost all I knew and no longer say I CANAll I can do is try to be happy God granted me more timeThe only way I can deal is to have my matter under my mindI am grateful for a good doctor for so many still dont knowJust how much pain affects your life and there is NO Where to goBY: Rhonda Sheets October, 2004