Though I am a few days late, I’m jumping on the WEGO Health Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge. To rub? Write a post a day on a topic decided by the lovely people over at WEGO Health.
The first post? Write an acrostic poem using your disease. For once, I’m kind of jealous of Kerri for her diabetes. (Because it’s short, people! Geez.)
Without further ado, Psoriatic Arthritis: The Poem.
People often think psoriasis is contagious,
Something that can be caught from shaking hands.
Oh, how I wish they’d wake up and realize this:
Read my lips: The stupidity is more than I can stand!
I didn’t get the P because I don’t shower,
And PsA isn’t something that afflicts the old,
Tis true, they are both the result of the same power: an
Immune system that’s totally out of control.
Caring people can still make my burden lighter,
Although most days I need lots of pills, too;
Rarely predictable, this has turned me into a fighter,
To seem normal, a lot of acting I must do.
Help—though I may need it—is hard to ask for,
Running fast, just to stay in place.
It may seem strange to work so hard to go nowhere,
To use all my spoons to stay afloat,
It all seems worth it when I can be there
Stuck between the healthy and those in my same boat.