Posted 1/4/2009 7:19 PM (GMT -6)
I was sitting and thinking today when I came up with a little ode to the little (and big) pills that each of us are chained to so that it will alleviate our pain. So here it is:
Oh little pain pills how I hate you so much. You cause me to sleep, or not enough.
You keep me watching the time tick away, until I can head for that brown bottle and wish the pain away.
The hours they slowly go by, the minutes fade softly tick as I watch for that golden hour when I head for the cabinet with a crick.
Each step ever painful, each movement how it hurts but in one hour after the medication I won't care a lick.
For the pills they make me stupid and dull at parties. The drool drips down my chin and makes me laugh so hardy.
But this is only what people see us as and not what really is true. For what really is going on inside the medications allude.
Inside we are still screaming, our pain only masked. The doctors think they have cured us but we know our hopes are dashed.
Whether it be Arthritis or any other disease that plagues one and all of us. We share on thing in common and that is we all share this Pain that is our lives. I know my little ode wasn't very good but it came from my heart and is how I was feeling at the time. I wish that there some magic injection or super chip that could take away each of our pain but since there is no such creature I can only give you all on thing from myself....and that is hope. Hope that someday there will be a cure for CP. Until then I will always be here for each of you and will be praying for all of my HW friends.