Wonderful visual painting of a debilitating disease. R

I know that the medical answer to your disease is to drug you into oblivion and the one thing that helps is "illegal" in most states. How screwed up is it that we refuse to help those who suffer and if they help themselves, they might end up in a jail cell? I feel for you, Kiddo. Wish I could help.

Mission, my friend, I think of you often. Weird thing is, I think of you most when I am having bad pain...now, I'm not quite sure if that is a compliment. I really like this poem, but man I hate that pain. :/ I can get what you're saying, all the way home!
R
Go Peace Full and Pain Free

This is all I got to offer today.
Hope you'll understand
Words can bring me pleasure
My body's daily plan.

Mis, Your poem said it all. People in chronic pain wake up different than most people. My first thought is pain and my last thought is pain. Not a great way to have to live!

I cannot live this way forever.

Two typos fixed. sigh....

This was excellent and I send you nothing but hugs for what you have to live with each day.

Darlin,

Hugs your way.

I remember the refuge you found in your gorgeous places on the FL coast. Is there no place similar that you have locally? (I find nature very healing and soothing.)
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Your poetry rocks.

I thank each and every one who made these comments.
Your caring here moves me.
I have just returned from a long walk by the river. Bright sunshine and blue skies. My mind is clear.

Read this this morning, Mission, didn't know what to say and so came back this afternoon. I still don't really know, because I can only (mercifully) imagine what it's like to live like this.

But I'm glad you got out into the sunshine for awhile....

Sorry this is your every morning ole friend. Come by the truckstop when you can, we will lift you up mate.

I can relate and my heart goes out to you. I am pre-diagnosis, waiting for months to get in to a specialist, because I've been in pain since September, and doctors can be slow on the uptake. I don't know what it is yet, but it doesn't look good... Mornings are hell... but your poem is beautiful! Trying to get past the fear of what is happening, and the disbelief that it could be permanent... dragging the unwilling body on those long walks by the river... it makes for beautiful moments to hang onto.

Terry, First welcome to my porch here. If you get the diagnosis don't panic darlin'. It was good to news to me since I had been told so many other things I am actually glad to get the news. I have had this 25 years and counting here. Keep coming back and we can get in the proch swing here and tell tales. I'll make sweet tea for ya!!

This is such a lovely expression. I can feel your pain and your determination. I am wishing I could give you a Reiki treatment and that it would help.
rated with love

Very touching and heart felt. Nicely laid out to...

Three lusty cheers for wordsmithing if it helps.

Just returned from a long walk by the river, Mission pulling me along in the sunshine here. I again thank all of you for stopping by here and reading this. My 'car' here is a lemon but my mind is at peace today.

Peace to you Mission. Peace to all of us.

Thanks Mission, I'll take you up on that!