16 October 2013

I’m emotionally attached to my moving parts
Feeling them leave breaks my heart.
The most painful times of my day,
Are morning then night, each it’s own way.

Mornings my brain thinks thru haze and fog,
Habits take over when my memory won’t jog.
At night it’s the same physical pain,
The only thing different is the attachment of ‘brain’.

It is then my brain understands what’s going on.
As I count the days and wonder how long.
When will my moving parts move out for good?
When will I kiss goodbye my livelihood?

So there is one good thing about the RA fog…
Oh..  it’s still morning….
Oops… I must have forgot!

(it will come to me later I’m sure)
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