I sit here...
Undiagnosed.
Myriad symptoms
that tell a thousand stories.
Plethora of aches
that divulged
where things may have veered off course.
Those around offered what they could.
I face open palms daily
and I recognise them to be
gestures of good will and empathy.
I accept with only appreciation and gratitude.
But the wisest could only
provide uncertainty at best.
This is me.
And I'm undiagnosed.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
I sit here...
Undiagnosed.
Myriad symptoms
that tell a thousand stories.
Plethora of aches
that divulged
where things may have veered off course.
Those around offered what they could.
I face open palms daily
and I recognise them to be
gestures of good will and empathy.
I accept with only appreciation and gratitude.
But the wisest could only
provide uncertainty at best.
This is me.
And I'm undiagnosed.
