Another poem about RSD by Olivia Wolf:
Healing rains absent,
the drought continues;
desiccated veinsroll nerves in cacti
while missives written
for spirits missing
toss in winds
too cold.
Tears pulled
from eyes scarred
fall red and dark upon
a flower now shriveled,
entwined in a hand
that refuses to let go
of a beauty long retired.
As sands swirl upward,
the thirsty body
ducks in protectionf
rom a desert determined
to stonewall connection;
tortured, heat sucks
at innocence until
petals melt atop
a skeleton’s remains.
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Hi Maria,
Thank you for stopping by at my blog and for taking time to comment. I am happy to know about your blog. I am encouraged to observe that you are advocating the awareness of RSD and that in itself is a good fight. I wish you all the best in your treatments and in everything! Take care.
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