Wish

Just a simple and quick poem I wrote about my struggles with CRPS. I also scribbled this picture as well.

Wish

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.

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