Just a simple and quick poem I wrote about my struggles with CRPS. I also scribbled this picture as well.
I wish I never injured my pinkie.
I wish that I could live a typical teenaged life.
I wish I hadn’t been robbed of my basketball career.
I wish I could have my junior and senior years of high school back to live like a typical teen.
I wish I didn’t have to worry about the future.
I wish I wasn’t a “chameleon”.
I wish I didn’t have to spend so much time in the hospital, when I could be out exploring the world.
I wish I didn’t have to be poked and jabbed with needles.
I wish I didn’t have to go through procedures and surgeries.
I wish the tests would stop.
I wish I didn’t have to gag down medications four times a day.
I wish I could sleep through the night.
I wish I never had to worry about when my body will fail me next.
I wish I could run without rolling an ankle.
I wish I could hop like a rabbit without a thousand knives waiting to stab me when I hit the ground.
But most of all, I wish I didn’t have to feel this icy fire engulf my body, change my temperature, make me sick, and swell me up like a balloon.
I wish I may, I wish I might have a cure for CRPS tonight.