My M.E. poem

Hello M.E.

Vibrant, charming, intelligent.
Extremely fit, goes to the gymn every day,
you know.
Dresses with style, always something unique.
Doesn’t look her age;
at least ten years younger.
Competent, confident, charismatic.
Very well-organised. Independent to a
T.
Loves to walk, talk, dance, cycle, swim, work-out.

These are the things they used to say,
before.
And now?
They don’t say anything much, but I can see
in their eyes,
and in my mirror,
and I know in my heart,
that much of that is lost.

Now people don’t recognise me,
walk right by without a glance.
Looking ten years older, these days.
Clothes boring and easy-wear.
Mind grinding to a halt, permanently
fogged, befuddled.
No more work-outs, no more swims,
no more dancing.

Goodbye to charisma, intellect and
youthful looks.
Goodbye vibrancy, fierce independence,
organised life.
Goodbye to most of the things that
made me me,
Hello M.E.