Rheumatoid Arthritis

A cycle of poems «Orthopedics»

In the realm of aching bones, where pain resides,
Rheumatoid arthritis, a torment it hides.
Joints ablaze with fire, swelling on the rise,
A cruel embrace that never truly dies.

Oh, rheumatoid arthritis, a symphony of pain,
Leaving scars that etch into my being's grain.
From dawn till dusk, the torment never ends,
A relentless battle that consumes and transcends.

Hands tremble, fingers stiff, a struggle to grasp,
Everyday tasks become an arduous clasp.
Feet stumble, ankles weak, each step a test,
A constant reminder of this unyielding quest.

Oh, rheumatoid arthritis, a symphony of pain,
Leaving scars that etch into my being's grain.
From dawn till dusk, the torment never ends,
A relentless battle that consumes and transcends.

Through sleepless nights, I writhe in agony's grip,
Sleep eludes me, as pain's tendrils creep.
Medication's solace, a fleeting reprieve,
But the torment returns, demanding I grieve.

Pride slips away, as weakness takes its hold,
Dependence on others, a story yet untold.
Isolation's embrace, a heavy mantle I bear,
As society shuns, unaware of my despair.

Oh, rheumatoid arthritis, a symphony of pain,
Leaving scars that etch into my being's grain.
From dawn till dusk, the torment never ends,
A relentless battle that consumes and transcends.

Yet, in the depths of pain, resilience blooms,
A flicker of hope amidst the gathering glooms.
With courage as my armor, I will fight on,
For within my spirit, a warrior's heart is drawn.