Marie381Uk
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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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My true Story OsteoArthritis
The arthritis poem is true. On the 5th of March 2018, I went for a walk with my husband, to the Nine Arches in Newton-le-Willows, where I was born. On the way to the car to go home, my left leg hurt so much; we had done quite a long walk. Two days later, I couldn’t move; the pain was horrible. The doctor gave me anti-inflammatory tablets and sent me a month later for an X-ray. It was osteoarthritis; the X-ray and blood tests proved it. The tablets they gave me made me ill and made my leg swell, so top and bottom. Six years later, I can only take cocodamol or paracetamol. Oh yes, they tried tramadol; it made me pass out… nerve tablets that knocked me ill and sleepy. The doctor said there was nothing left to offer. The arthritis is now in both feet, both knees, and my arms and fingers. The cocodamol is really wicked; they make me dizzy and my legs and feet swell, but there’s nothing left the doctor said to try. So I fight it day by day to walk, as I have insomnia, osteoarthritis, and after Covid for the last four years. It gets me down; I constantly cry and moan about the pain… some of my family look at me like, “Oh my God, it’s only arthritis.” All I can say to this is try to walk a few steps in my shoes. If this is getting old, God help me and all of you out there who suffer from this too.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Writers
Just let me make it
Thoughts can send you crazy if you wander down that sometimes scary path. I don't want to just give up, so I try to use fireflies to light my way. I am just a simple poet, born from a cheap book and pen. Yet so many say I am good; it makes me want to try again. Just give me any subject, and I will do my best to please. Once my ink starts flowing, the poem falls from the pen with ease.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
