13 August 2012

Lament for the Fifth Cranial Nerve

My right side
is my dead side, 
where the nerves fried, 
but I tried 
to piece it back together.

My left side
was my bad side,
would just abide,
but my pride
forced me to be its master.

My inside
is where I hide
and confide
that i lied,
it long stopped getting better.


Posted on the occasion of a friend having also become a young stroke survivor. 
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