OsteoArthritis

In twenty-eighteen, I felt pain start,

After a birthday walk, it broke my heart.

My knees and feet hurt, my hands feel weak,

Every day’s a struggle; it’s rest that I seek.

Doctors are busy, and their meds don’t help,

Cocodamol eases but makes my legs swell.

Tramadol is wicked; it makes me pass out,

In this search for relief, I’ve so much doubt.

I wish for some calm, a way to find peace,

To walk without pain, for the hurt to cease.

Each step feels heavy, each day feels long,

In this fight with arthritis, It’s just so wrong