This is NOT mine, full credit goes to the author, Kat Rippinger. We are more than our limitations. PCOS, an intricate dance of its own, Affects my life, in ways yet unknown. It weaves through my days, a constant refrain, Leaving traces of struggle in each passing grain. An invisible burden, relentlessly felt, PCOS impacts each card that is dealt. From dawn's first light to the moon's gentle glow, Its presence lingers, a torrential flow. Fatigue becomes a familiar friend, As energy wanes, unable to mend. The simplest tasks, now mountains to climb, PCOS whispers, weaving its own rhyme. Hormonal imbalances, a rollercoaster ride, Emotions fluctuate, like an unpredictable tide. From joy to despair, from hope to dismay, PCOS shapes the tone of each passing day. Weight fluctuations, often hard to bear, Affecting body and mind, fueling despair. Self-image shifts, as confidence takes a blow, PCOS mocks, a relentless foe. The journey to conceive, arduous and long, Fertility held captive
