**My doctor confirmed my condition, during our telephone call one day,
It's known as Peripheral Neuropathy, & it's nothing like I thought it would be.
It's progressive & incurable, affecting my nerves in every way,
And I still can't fully process, that this is actually happening to me.
**Plus I cannot believe, all the torture this condition can do,
The number one thing that scares me, is that it's going to destroy my nerves.
Also taking my motor functions, & my sensory to feeling too,
For this is one condition, that nobody on Earth deserves.
**So now with a better understanding, that I may never be rid of this curse,
I'll have to discover new ways, on how to be able to live with this & cope.
In a sense I've come to accept it, though uncertain of how it gets worse,
But as long as I keep pushing forward, I'll know that there's still hope.
©2021 Melissa Darsey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem