ErinRN's Journal

So these are two poems i wrote to try to convey how it feels to suffer from hyperhidrosis. the poems are a little depressing i have to admit. and while most of the time i am a fun loving, outgoing person, when im alone and get to thinking...this is how i feel sometimes

My hand brushes his and I can read the repulsion on his face as if it were printed there in scarlet letters. He tries to hide it but how can I blame him.

No physical human contact. That is the curse I was born with. The stain God has seen fit to fashion me with.

How I long to caress bare skin without fear. To grip another’s hand without hesitation.

To dance.

To touch.

But no.

I am scarred beyond repair.  

Wet

I am drowning in a wetness that has engulfed my soul.

I am lost in a liquid that has conquered my spirit.

I am hidden in dew that has taken my heart.

Water has broken me.

It is my affliction.

It is my curse.

...yikes. heavy stuff... ;)