This poem is dedicated to all my RSD/CRPS brothers and sisters. It was written only a few months ago. For many years I had a popular poetry site called Golden Rainbow Poetry and became Golden Rainbow Poetry Creations as it evolved. I had a small business license back then under the same name.
Many of my poems have been lost, some have been found and others are hopefully backed up on a drive I have not located yet. From my earlier years of writing there is a journal type book somewhere that has dozens hand written in. I am hoping it is in the garage in a box.
Soon I will begin to share the ones I do have available. Some have been published in both hard print and audio, in hard bound compilations of 100’s of poets together in 1 book, 4 of my poems live inside those, others on various internet sites. I wrote a poem for 911 that is on audio. The project was published as both hard bound book with an audio CD, mine made it to the audio part.
Each of my poems have a mood, some in imagery that leaves the reader to wonder the meaning and also to connect with the words themselves.
Some of these poems could come from the reader themselves. It could be anyone, anywhere and at anytime.
It is still Nervember (November) National RSD/CRPS Awareness Month. I hope the poem above brings a bit of awareness to those who can’t seem to grasp the meaning of RSD/CRPS. Or… What it feels like.
A special thanks to Barby Ingle, Trudy Thomas, Chris Greulich, and the Power of Pain Foundation.
Thanksgiving is less than 2 days away. I have much thanks to celebrate. Especially for the having the very best husband in the world, my children, grandson and the fire in my flesh and bones I survive however hard.
I am thankful for those friends mentioned above. I am thankful for my mom, sister and extended family. I am thankful for being here to help others, I am thankful for those who help me.
Always be as well as you can be
Wishing each of you pain eased days and nights…