Help The Doctors

Melissa Darsey 1984 (Greenville)



**Thank You Precious Father God, for relieving my pain today,
Because it seems here lately, it never gives me a break.
I want to be able to enjoy my life, without hurting in every way,
It just feels like I'm in this nightmare, from which I cannot wake.

**Though having this condition Lord, it gets rougher as You can tell,
Uncertain of how it began, or how it came to be.
But it's easier for me to tolerate when my extremities begin to swell,
It's all the painful electric shocks, that's been the toughest for me.

**So I will continue to pray for the future, that the doctors might find a cure,
Especially for those just beginning, this evil and torturing curse.
Father I ask You to help the doctors find it, because it's very painful to endure,
Help them find the answer Lord, as to why this condition keeps getting worse.

About this poem

This poem is about having faith that one day, doctors will finally uncover the answer as to why neuropathy keeps getting worse and not improving.

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Written on March 26, 2022

Submitted by Passionate_Poet39 on March 26, 2022

Modified on April 21, 2023

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Scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF
Characters 826
Words 165
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4

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  • Dougla$Irishman
    Melissa, I share your pain as I have neuropathy too. But I am elderly and have lived my life. You are young and this is very hard to cope from day to day.
    Life is not fair
    Or unfair, it just is
    It's how we react to life that is.
    What really it is !
    From Abigail Prieto
     
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