This is my story, This is my life Doesn't look like much on the outside At times I look normal, just like you But for now I've got a cool walker, in a shade of blue I refuse to sit here and wallow in my pain I know that my God will have me walking on my on again But there is always the case of my beating heart From that battle it seems I can't part For the moment I stand upon my 2 feet This little heart of mine races and beats Have you ever ran a race and felt your heart pound Like it's beating so hard you fear falling to the ground? That's every day, every moment I stand That's what I just need you to understand. I wanna be out there doing things I adore. Like playing with my kids in the yard and more But doing just simple things like taking a shower Seems to wear me down for hours and hours So I'm writing this poem, this one huge plea Can you spread the awareness for people like me? Can you tell a friend, take a moment or two And tell them to learn about dysautonomia too? Because it will only take you and then the word spreads And hopefully one day some doctor will feel led To do a little research, find more answers, who knows a cure And you've done your part to end a terrible war Cause for people like me, that's exactly what we're in A battle most can't see, because it rages on deep within Attacking all the automatic things you take for granted Like breathing, and blinking, heart beating not rapid! Please paste this and post this and spread the word About Dysautonomia so maybe one day it might be cured! WRITTEN BY: Miranda L. Powel
