Oz Like

by | May 16, 2023 | Patient Voice

Oz Like

Joints as stiff and creaky as the Tin Man… When, oh when will they find a lubricant that works for them…

Brain as foggy as the Scarecrow… Can’t concentrate, can’t comprehend, can’t remember, will this fog lift someday, somehow…

Fear as deep as the Cowardly Lion… What will tomorrow bring, will this nightmare end, will we ever have our lives back again…

Lost as surely as Dorothy… Nowhere to turn, no help available, if only we could find the red shoes of a cure…

As confused as “OZ”… CDC, NIH, WHO, LDN, Antivirals, Psych Meds, diet changes, CBD, all to no avail…

Wishful as the Good Witch… 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 wand…

Living with the Bad Witch… 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.

#MillionsMissing #MillionsMore #Hope4MECFS #Hope4FM #Hope4LongCOVID

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