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Something I wrote and wanted to share...
The Great Imposter
I have a problem with my ears,
noise was something I never feared.
Tapping wine glass -- "cheers"
That's enough to make me cringe,
binge on depression
I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON.
In school, I used to raise my hand.
I knew the answers to questions,
questions that some didn't understand
But here I am, hands down
I look around...
Nobody's hand is up
Nobody knows the answer...
My ears ring when it's quite,
they plug up when it's loud
Everybody around me is making sound
Emptying the dishwasher used to be so easy,
but now you should see me!
I took it all for granted,
My feet no longer planted.
I don't stand tall and proud
I lay down and make sure it's not to loud.
Your jaw clicks, maybe even locks.
Your ears hurt to, NO DOORBELLS. Please knock.
You fall asleep in pain,
some do better or worse in the rain
Your neck is stiff, your back is sore
You feel like you can't take much more
Then you come here in our company,
it's like one big class
Hands are up everywhere
questions are asked
What works for you?
What works for me?
There will be an answer soon
Be patient.. you'll see.
Ok, I know it's not that great. But, I just wrote it all in one shot, with no editing or changes. Just needed to write something, so here I am!
The search for a diagnosis is long and painful...