Oz Like
Joints as stiff and creaky as the Tin Manโฆ When, oh when will they find a lubricant that works for themโฆ
Brain as foggy as theย Scarecrowโฆ Canโt concentrate, canโt comprehend, canโt remember, will this fog lift someday, somehowโฆ
Fear as deep as the Cowardly Lionโฆ What will tomorrow bring, will this nightmare end, will we ever have our lives back againโฆ
Lost as surely as Dorothyโฆ Nowhere to turn, no help available, if only we could find the red shoes of a cureโฆ
As confused as โOZโ… CDC, NIH, WHO, LDN, Antivirals, Psych Meds, diet changes, CBD, all to no avail…
Wishful as the Good Witch…ย Has the answer been here all along, is there a switch we can flip to bring us up out of hibernation mode, where is our magic wandโฆ
Living with the Bad Witchโฆ Every day another trial, every day more exhaustion, every day I hear her cackle as she flies away…another day in the land of MECFS…
By Lori, As the RV Rolls
This poem was submitted as part of the Reflections of ME/CFS and FM and Long COVID Awareness Day Virtual Event on May 9th, 2023.
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