Symptom 1 and Symptom 2,
This one’s old, that one’s new.
I thought my body was mine to rule
But it looks like I’m again the fool.
One thing goes wrong after another,
And I’m left attached, feeling smothered.
Brought to my knees again tonight,
Crying, aching, giving up the fight.
If I could sleep it might improve,
But late at night I cannot snooze.
Spoonie life is hard to take,
I may bend but I’ll never break.
ps- whoever’s photo I am using as the feature photo please let me know if you see this so I can give credit!