My body was a land, once proud.
Now but a weathered cliff,
Eroded by time’s passing hand.
My dreams have been diluted,
By life’s watering can.
It’s salty water seeps and rots all plans.
My loves like the tide, they come, they go.
My health an undercurrent,
Passions ripped from the shallows.
My mind, the sea wall. Last line of defence.
And when my mind has crumbled,
My final journey will commence.
About the Author
Freelance writer, blogger and arthritis advocate who has had psoriatic-associated Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis from childhood.
Raising awareness and sharing his experiences to help others, Joel specialises in parenting, pain and the mental health impact of living with chronic illness and writes for several leading charities and organisations including Scope, Versus Arthritis and Health Union.
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Absolutely sums my health up too x
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I love your way with words xx
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