The handcuffs are on

I’m sorry, no way out

Enjoy your life of pain and strife

It only has begun



This disease,

It eats and tears and shrieks

Don’t do this,

Can’t eat these



The never ending yes or no

To live success

These have to go 


No chocolate, no fruit

Unless you want pain

Some immuno-bug is to blame



When I want to cave

To scream and cry

I take a step back and remember why,

I work and work to reach a goal

That right now is unattainable


 I know what it is to be lost and hurt,

To watch doctors stumble over words

It won’t beat me down.

It won’t make me quit.

These handcuffs will come off

When I’M the Rheumatologist




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