12 February 2014
Dear Rheumatoid Arthritis,
I am turning in my resignation.
I’m tired of this isolation.
I quit all the wrong things,
When I should be quitting your disease.
I quit going to the beauty salon
I quit getting my hair and nails done
I quit going shopping at the mall
I quit wearing heels to make me tall
I quit margarita night with the girls
I quit attending all public ordeals
I quit pulling weeds and planting flowers
I quit playing the piano for hours
I gave up little things that I once loved,
I just did not know my joints you’d crush.
So just what is it that you ‘do’ for me?
You give me endless pain and fatigue.
I won’t miss you – if I leave you behind,
Because you’ve been nothing but unkind.
Wishing I. Could