Memories of Joy

When I Wrote This Poem I was at the Height of a Very Severe Unexplained Seizure Disorder and Felt as Though My Whole Life Had Been a Waste of Time, I was a Prisoner of My Health

Stormy Rayne
I just want out
of this medical hell.
Within life's memories
of joy I dwell.

To my family
I am of no use.
In some sense
it's mental abuse.

My kids are scared
Mommy cannot play;
This is the story
every passing day.

My husband must play
the role of Mother and Father.
To my whole family
I must be a bother.

What caused these seizures
no one can know;
But the pain and sorrow
in everyone show.

Published by Stormy Rayne

I write in order to say all the things in life that I can't say out loud. At times it is much easier to explain emotions in written form than verbal. Writing has been my release since I was about 11 and con...  View profile

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