Riba Poem
This came to me in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep during tx
Once my life
was movin' on
Life was bliss,
I was havin' fun
Then I saw the doc for bad lungs and sore feet
They ran some tests.
"Guess what, you have Hepatitis C!"
My mouth stopped working,
I couldn't speak.
Life was no more fun,
Am I now a freak?
I don't know what happened
I was livin' clean
How can this world be so mean?
Doc said it can be treated
Little did I know
What he was talkin' 'bout
Was CHE-MO.
"You have half a chance,
it takes 24 weeks,
then 24 more, if you come up clean.
You give yourself a shot,
and take some pills,
They make you sick,
And give you chills.
You cannot sleep
It's hard to eat
You'll lose some weight
and be off your feet.
And if the sides are too much to take
I pray the Lord your soul to take."
Doc asked, "are you depressed?"
"I am now," I said.
"Whadaya want from me,
you said I'm half dead!"
I might make it
And I might not
The drugs might kill me
If my liver does not.
And what about work?
What are they gonna say?
I'm gonna tell them.
What the hey!
They don't care, they say it's ok.
One says she'd kill herself
before suffering like me.
What a baby, it's not for the weak.
But the one good thing
that came to me
Is a thing called DS,
that set me free,
To be myself and complain and moan
To meet great people
Who've been down this road
To help me along
And carry my load.
To make me laugh
We even have a Troll.
Were all a part
Of one big family
We fight like kids
And rage, it's so silly.
Let's hang together
And we'll all make it
We're roped together
And nothing will break it
I'm tired and weak
But, thanks to y'all
I can take it.
I can take it.
By
Wes White
Once my life
was movin' on
Life was bliss,
I was havin' fun
Then I saw the doc for bad lungs and sore feet
They ran some tests.
"Guess what, you have Hepatitis C!"
My mouth stopped working,
I couldn't speak.
Life was no more fun,
Am I now a freak?
I don't know what happened
I was livin' clean
How can this world be so mean?
Doc said it can be treated
Little did I know
What he was talkin' 'bout
Was CHE-MO.
"You have half a chance,
it takes 24 weeks,
then 24 more, if you come up clean.
You give yourself a shot,
and take some pills,
They make you sick,
And give you chills.
You cannot sleep
It's hard to eat
You'll lose some weight
and be off your feet.
And if the sides are too much to take
I pray the Lord your soul to take."
Doc asked, "are you depressed?"
"I am now," I said.
"Whadaya want from me,
you said I'm half dead!"
I might make it
And I might not
The drugs might kill me
If my liver does not.
And what about work?
What are they gonna say?
I'm gonna tell them.
What the hey!
They don't care, they say it's ok.
One says she'd kill herself
before suffering like me.
What a baby, it's not for the weak.
But the one good thing
that came to me
Is a thing called DS,
that set me free,
To be myself and complain and moan
To meet great people
Who've been down this road
To help me along
And carry my load.
To make me laugh
We even have a Troll.
Were all a part
Of one big family
We fight like kids
And rage, it's so silly.
Let's hang together
And we'll all make it
We're roped together
And nothing will break it
I'm tired and weak
But, thanks to y'all
I can take it.
I can take it.
By
Wes White
Replies
Good stuff, Wes!
Wes,
If you can keep writing like that, then you will make it. I laughed and I wanted to cry. What an astounding poem! I like to write my feelings too. It helps to get the worries off my shoulders and into black and white.
Having friends from this site to support you is the way to go. I don\'t know how you feel but I do know that some days are better than others. The day the doctor gave you the bad news was your worse day so hopefully you can take the rest of the bad days.
If it wasn\'t for knowing that other people are in pain like me then I would go nuts.
Keep writing friend. I am looking forward you telling us how you kick butt.
Gentle hugs,
So glad you put this is journal where we can find it. You\'re just a bundle of talent, aren\'t you?
Love it!