Posts Tagged ‘thyroid patient writings’
Invisible Illness Week Poetry by, Linny
Graves in my skin by Linda {Linny} V. Larson I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes. The pain that's all around me and so the feelings grow It's written on the [Read] | 3 responses.
Invisible Illness Poem by, Lolly
It crept up on me, like a thief in the night Not only effecting my well being, also my sight Visually impaired, weight loss, palpitations I wonder, would I’ve needed [Read] | 5 responses.
Acrostic Poem for Invisible Illness Week by, Keira
I suffered 12 grueling, fucked up years Never relentlessly questioning as I should Voice coming at you flustered, hushed tones Instead of Screaming in your face I AM HERE [Read] | 5 responses.
Acrostic Poetry Submission by, Susan
Inept now Nothing ever comes with ease, you left me Vanished Friend of my disease I tremble with cold Shivering abandonment I feel so old, never at my best Broken and [Read] | 6 responses.
Acrostic Poem for Invisible Illness Week, by Mary
I - Invincible when hyper the Storm. N - Null and void when Hypo. V - Vivacious and lively when Balanced I - Invisible to the outside when feeling Bad. S - Sad that the ones [Read] | 5 responses.
Invisible Illness Week, Acrostic Poem, By Jill
I - irreplacable moments in time lost forever, without an external care N - "normalcy" lost, never able to properly express the thoughts or emotions that now consume me I - [Read] | 7 responses.
Invisible Illness Week, Acrostic Poem by, Dorienne Plait
Invaded Never Sure Vague Haze of Memories Impossible Moods Sickness Unseen Itching for Normalcy Baffled by Disease Longing for Understanding Endless Isolation | 9 responses.
Butterfly Paragraph Submission, Written By Bee
My Relationship with butterflies post-diagnosis : You know, you can try to pin a bad rap on butterflies because they have the unfortunate similarity in shape to my f'd up thyroid [Read] | 10 responses.
O Thyroid! My Thyroid!
THYROID DISEASE I move slowly, suspended in gel Perhaps no one else except me can tell A shadow of my former life, a fading woman; mother; wife My clock winds down, [Read] | 14 responses.
Thyme For Literary Healing: Fear Of The Unknown
Fear of the unknown with respect to our diseases. Let's talk about what we're afraid of: our diseases getting worse? Medications not being available? No cure on the horizon? The [Read] | 24 responses.