[Brambledog]

I thought we could do with a little Poetry Corner . Preferably homegrown produce please - the creative effort of making up poems is very good for pain!

As this hopefully contain people's creations can I just ask that if anyone wants to use one elsewhere, the author is asked and credited (ie if anyone wanted to post mine somewhere, just put at the bottom "by Brambledog from Neurotalk.psychcentral.com"). LOL, there's a thought - just an example.

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I wrote this one in the last hour after my daughter dropped her phone on my right foot. OMG the pain. It felt as though someone had whacked it with a damn hammer it's not happy now, oh dear....

I look forward to reading everything from two lines that sum up a thought, to epic poems. No rhyming necessary (although it's always fun!).

Bram

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CRPS

Behind the scenes we're all a mess,
Life lurches by, we try our best.
And no one sees, the pain's no less
From hour to hour we talk and jest.
We plaster on another smile
For others.

Another night, another dawn,
Another aching day is born
But up we get, we only yawn
We square our shoulders, hearts forlorn.
There's life to live, to run and chase
For others.

It feels like that, but is it so?
Do we really have to go
Another day, and feel this low
As off without us being slow
Remaining family cheerful leave
With others.

I want to go, but I'm afraid
I'm scared of bumps, of being made
To walk much further, is there shade?
Are there seats? *A right charade.
I feel I'm ruining the day,
For others.

But if I stay with these four walls,
This messy carpet, cluttered hall,
I feel I might just have to bawl
Or give up, get myself a shawl
Like some old lady, mad and blind
Like others.

Well bugger that, I hate these fears
I've years to go yet - years and years!
I won't stay in and age with tears
Although within my skin pain sears
My very bones. Ok. It hurts.
Like others.

I wish I was just brave enough
To do these things - a little tough.
I'll go and it will all be bluff,
(I'll move away if things get rough).
So hear, CRPS? Go jump!
I'm others.

Copyright: Brambledog