The rain hurts my eyes like tears burning. Tears burn my eyes but not like the rain.
Rain brings regret like tears.
But the rain hurts my eyes weather's regret for sunshine?
But sunshine hurts my eyes like a fire burning too close.
So now sunshine brings regret always regret for what I can't see straight for causing a row for feeling giddy for seeing three for eight.
It's not my fault I would change it if I could.
2004 graves' disease is an auto-immune disease arising from an overactive thyroid and triggered by trauma and stress.I was diagnosed with this in the year 2000,it was a scary and painful journey but thanks to our wonderful NHS who saved my sight and put me back together and Women's Aid who rescued me from the trauma and stress, I am in a positive space and have been for about 15 years.My poetry has always been my therapy and reflects the space I was in when the poem was written.