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. 2007 Mar;92(3):274. doi: 10.1136/adc.2006.107805

My life with ME: three poems that describe my world

Jade Smith
PMCID: PMC2083397

Living on the edge

Not knowing what will come

A doctor asking too much

That sets you back a week or so.

A doctor that wants you to go away

People who don't know ME

Who agree with what the doctor says.

Living on the edge

It's not a nice place to be,

Even when you have ME

Unkind words set you back

When trying hard to be free of ME

I hope this won't happen to me.

How silly people can be.

Some push you towards the edge.

Some doctors and people are kind.

Kind words go a long way.

Being bullied into things,

You feel you want to disappear.

Life's lonely on the edge.

Special people help you through.

Kind words help too.

Go slowly is the best

Climbing a mole hill you can do.

Big mountains are best left alone,

Till you have the energy to take it on,

In time you will get there,

It won't be this year,

It could be the next.

With the right doctor

Helping you through

Who leaves you in control?

Please listen to us

We are the ones who know this illness the best.

Jade problems (2006)

So many problems.

What can you do?

When you tell people

This is you.

This is what you can do

How you do it,

This is the limit,

To your day.

No energy to spare

To give away.

Energy taken in so many ways,

Noise will take it away

Moving another

Lifting a cup

How do you explain?

This is you

Some days are better

Than others.

Overdo your day,

It ruins the others.

This is me.

My life with ME.

Memories (2004, aged 14)

Feel the wind in my hair once again.

Would like to see the sky

Blue and cloudy when you look up high.

Even feel the rain on my face once again.

Feel the warmth of the sun.

Look at hills and mountains

Some that reach the sky.

See birds and bees fly around.

Walk on the beach.

Feel the sand in my feet

Go into the water knee deep.

This would be wonderful.

Most of all see the light

When it enters my room

Let it hit my crystal

Sparkle colours around my room.

These are things you miss

And even more you forget

As it's been so long

It's hard to remember.

What these things are like

This is the sad side to ME

It affects your memory

I have forgotten most of these things

What I use to know and see

Sad this has happened to me.

I hope these memories

Will come back to me.

How happy I will be,

Be able to go outside and see

These memories for real.


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