Post-Stroke Fatigue Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The lights are dim, the spark is gone,
A weary feeling carries on.
The stroke has passed, but left its trace,
A slowing down in life's quick race.

Four months have spun, then five have flown,
And energy feels overgrown
With heavy blankets, soft and deep,
While plans and dreams just fall asleep.

It's not your fault, this tired state,
No failing will, no inner gate
That's locked and barred, and left to rust,
It's just the body, turned to dust.

Your brain, it fights a silent war,
Repairing pathways, asking for more,
strength to learn and speak and stand,
A mighty task across the land.

Each little step, each word you say,
Takes all your might throughout the day.
And muscles, unused for a little while,
Now find each movement as long as miles.

So rest your head, don't feel the shame,
This weary spirit has a name.
Post-Stroke Fatigue, a common guest,
It's time to simply, gently, rest.