In twenty-eighteen, I felt pain start,
After a birthday walk, it broke my heart.
My knees and feet hurt, my hands feel weak,
Every day’s a struggle; it’s rest that I seek.
Doctors are busy, and their meds don’t help,
Cocodamol eases but makes my legs swell.
Tramadol is wicked; it makes me pass out,
In this search for relief, I’ve so much doubt.
I wish for some calm, a way to find peace,
To walk without pain, for the hurt to cease.
Each step feels heavy, each day feels long,
In this fight with arthritis, It’s just so wrong
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Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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