Ménière Disease (a poem)
Why me? Why not me?
Maybe it’s my destiny
Spinning around and around
Bounties abound
Ringing, deafness, feeling drunk, fatigued and shattered
It’s as if my life hasn’t mattered
Never knowing when an attack will hit
I suffer from anxiety a bit
The eventual outcome is deafness and walking like a drunk
People still think it’s all bunk.
No wonder depression can engulf me
It’s hard for others to take seriously
One day I’m fine
The next I can’t walk a line
Life with Ménière’s
Affects more than my ears
If you see me in a bind
Won’t you please be kind
-Rita L Trushaw
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