[darsan]

I've just come across a little poem I wrote years ago when going through a really bad time with panic and agoraphobia due I think to my unrecognized d/p d/r.It's just a simple little poem, I'm not that clever! but any else who's suffered these side effects might relate to it.
This is embarrassing,but here goes-.

Panic disorder- The strength inside

How could you understand?
There's nothing to see-
No broken bones, no obvious disability

But look deeper than the flesh,
and you will see,
a tortured soul crying desperately.

I'm suffering a hangover from another restless night,
from waking up choking-
when my throat closes tight

My heart it's been playing it's usual games-
of fast and slow,stop and go.

So today I'll stay in,
In case I should find-
That my legs are all shaky and I'm trembling inside.

'Nerves' I am told,is the cause of all this-
So I'll take the pills and they'll help me exist

what I fear I don't understand,
But today I can't do what tomorrow Ican

Where I'll find safety I really don't know,
The fear is with me wherever I go.

So if I appear so weak and shy,
perhaps you'll consider the reason why.

But living in a world
which holds constant fear
takes courage and strength-
That much is clear.

 

[MrMortgage]

That was good...... Really helps explain the pain....

 

[terri*]

Darsan,

I like your poem very much. You are, in fact, quite clever.

This is a great opener because it really speaks to the problem we all have of people not understand our problem because they can't "see" it...

How could you understand?
There's nothing to see-
No broken bones, no obvious disability

Really, great job.
terri