Narcolepsy Poem
I'm sorry brain our immune system attacks us,
I too wish there were a cure to free the hypothalamus.
Invisible, yet so real,
always causing me to question what I feel.
Nonstop attacking with all it's got;
suffering from a dented cycle makes our temper hot.
"Pain is temporary," they say,
but we both laugh at them, brain, cause we know some people's pain doesn't just go away.
Many people dream a bank will fall in their lap,
but brain,
I know you and I dream Narcolepsy would fall off our map!
However,
God is creator,
leaving us to pray all will pay off later!

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