Some days

Some days I wake so tired
I can't even brush my teeth

The tiredness is so immense
It seems to numb my brain

I sit with finger poised
And wake up an hour later

Thinking did I write a poem
Or did I dream a dream?

Then I start to wonder
Did I take my medication?

Then I also wonder
Is it still Friday today?

My calendar says it's Saturday
So where did Friday go?

I wince from the pain in my arms
And tears in my eyes wet my cheeks.

The ground is too hard
It hurts my feet to walk

Every movement requires a
Superhuman effort

But I will, I shall
Strive to hide it.

If only they knew what it's like
To live without a thyroid.

Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-10 at 23:37

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
An artful description of what seems to be a genuine problem (I read up on it after reading your poem). What I read indicates that hormone replacements may revive your energy. I hope that that's the case.

Marie, hello! This is a moving, and indeed an excellent poem, articulated with care and with precision. You speak with the quiet authority of lived experience. Thank you for posting it.