Hello all 🙂 I found this poem that I wrote not too long ago about my Tourette Syndrome. Having dabbled in poetry at school, I always wanted to express some of the trials and tribulations TS can bring, and this has been my only completed poem about it.
I live on edge, each noise can kill.
This fight or flight response to life,
A tiring way to live each day –
Each muscle always hypertense.
My eyes grow wide, I lock my jaw.
I hold my breath and try to smile,
’cause I’m OK. I am. I think?
Except I feel my belly’s tight.
As tension starts to climb my spine.
It steals my breath, my shoulders lift.
I clench my fists, ignore the stress.
My chest is tight, my lungs are clogged.
Twinges confuse, my thoughts conflict –
Focus or flake? Give in and scream?
As thoughts all fail and tension builds,
I disappear through melted brain.
I must distract myself right now…
No! This distracts – where was I? Now,
Just focus on whatever I can.
And yet my thoughts will deviate.
I’m over took and all sense fails,
My way out known – but is it safe?
For thinking’s sake I find the key.
I take the pill and I escape..
It’s not the deepest poem or one that’s been masterly crafted, but hey ho 🙂