RedRavenPoems

Twisting burning in the gut, how I wish it would just stop. Comes and goes like the tide, on waves of pain do I ride.

Some days good, others bad. Never do I know which I will have. In the end it makes me sad, and at my body oh so mad.

I want to hike and swim and sing. Without the misery this pain brings. 

I wish to eat the foods I like, without a battle for my life.

I’m down again, it’s far too much. Struggling on for I must. 

Rising up to work each day, trying my best to hold pain at bay.

The doctors say they can’t do a thing. There’s no relief for this nasty pain. No medicine can relief bring.

Pricks and prods. Needles bite deep. And in my misery I surely weep. 

They run their tests, the make their guesses. And leave me here alone to suffer