14 October 2013

I name each bad flare like storms on a sea,
I feel blessed that I’m only at letter B.
Flaricane Betty moved in with the flu.
I could not stop it
– just nothing I could do.
I tried ‘mind over matter’
and fought it inside…
There was no place
for my poor brain to hide.
Positive thoughts like…
“this is all in my head”
Did my fear cause this thing
that sent me to bed?
I’m in a full body flu flare,
My RA storm hit
when I wasn’t prepared.
Would plywood and nail guns do any good?
To slow this disease that is misunderstood?