Someone has stolen my feet,
They came like a thief in the night,
When I was sleeping soundly,
And couldn't put up a fight
They left me a substitute pair,
Not a bit like my trusty old friends.
It really was very unfair,
As the new ones are frayed at the ends.
And worst of all they hurt and burn,
And then begin to swell,
There's nothing to compare it with,
Except the fires of hell.
It robs me of my sleep,
And normal day to day living,
It's totally unpredictable,
And very unforgiving.
I cannot get my shoes on,
I have such nice shoes too,
My feet are much too painful,
Flip-flops now have to do.
I try to keep my tootsies cool,
And comfy as I can,
By using cold packs, tiled floors,
And my trusty night time fan.
Sometimes my feet look like they've been.
Put through a cross cut shredder,
With cracks and sores that just won't heal,
And skin that feels like leather.
I smooth on moisturiser,
And cover them with dressings,
Sometimes I really struggle,
To stop and count my blessings.
I went to see my doctor,
Hoping he could help me find,
A diagnostic answer, but
Although he was quite kind,
He said he hadn't got a clue,
What might be wrong with them,
So then I searched the internet,
And there I found....... EM!
Just knowing I was not alone,
Has helped me a great deal,
That others in this big wide world,
Are feeling how I feel.
But most are suffering more that me,
Which makes me feel so humble,
So I'll cease my 'poor me' diatribe,
And resolve no more to grumble.