24 March 2014
My body’s been replaced.
The old me has been erased.
A locked up jaw, a swollen knee
Lumpy nodules all over me.
Off to Good Will went my heels,
And a dozen RX pills need to be filled.
This isn’t how I used to be.
RA has erased the best of me.
No rings on my fingers and chores left undone,
Fatigue sets in when I’ve only begun.
My hands refuse to play nicely,
And sleeping is ancient history.
I think I could survive
If I knew this eraser wasn’t alive.