Welcome, Friend!

It looks like you're new here. If you want to get involved, click one of these buttons!

In this Discussion

Veritas-Health LLC has recently released patient forums to our Arthritis-Health web site.

Please visit http://www.arthritis-health.com/forum

There are several patient story videos on Spine-Health that talk about Arthritis. Search on Patient stories
Protect anonymity
We strongly suggest that members do not include their email addresses. Once that is published , your email address is available to anyone on the internet , including hackers.

All discussions and comments that contain an external URL will be automatically moved to the spam queue. No external URL pointing to a medical web site is permitted. Forum rules also indicate that you need prior moderator approval. If you are going to post an external URL, contact one of the moderators to get their approval.
Attention New Members
Your initial discussion or comment automatically is sent to a moderator's approval queue before it can be published.
There are no medical professionals on this forum side of the site. Therefore, no one is capable or permitted to provide any type of medical advice.
This includes any analysis, interpretation, or advice based on any diagnostic test


Its not really missing...
The Welsh have Hiraeth
The Portugues have the Fado

An unexplained Longing for..some say Home
An idealised place,and time when your far away.

Its not really missing
It never really was...was it.


It is a Pleasant Fiction no?
To create remembrances of the good old days
Was it that good
Were they.."That Good"

What i long for?

Peace of. Mind.
Peace of Spirit.
Peace in my Body.

To shut down the fractious divisiveness
Between the mind
Body and Spirit

So that the essential.."I"
Can practice peace
Not find
Not achieve

That foregone idea of "finding" Peace
That longing for a moment of
For a taste of

Peace is a process
A discipline i practice every day.
Like any art
Perfected by practice...

Spiney Fu.

You fight pain vicerally..first in your head
You fight pain emotionally..in your spirit
You fight pain physically..with a good doctors help.

Pain wont conquer you.
Your spirit follows your mind in this

All this To help the body..where you live..understand?

You are right here
Right now.

Not somewhere, some..when
You begin to take the Battle to pain
Take the Beast to task

Want this with all your heart!
Want this with your spirit

Longing for what was
Or wasnt
Is a pleasant fiction

Take that longing...
Use that energy to fuel this ambition
To duel with the Beast every day.

We will be right here by your side
Brothers in arms
Shield Maidens of the finest Calibre
Of the Finest Valor.

You will NOT stand alonei n your hour of need
We wont leave you alone to face this enemy.
If yyour sword breaks
If your shields and walls should fail
We will stand with you.
I wont say fall with you..that..is your choice.
Falling..is not failing.
Get Up.
Its the measure for the cup...
I fall
I get up

My cup overflows..i fall, it spills
But then again..I will never be thirsty....

All you have to do is call out
All you have to do is join the line
All you have to do..is want it.
Be Blessed Spiney

I'll see you in these damnable fields..(sorry)

William Garza
Spine-Health Mod

Welcome to Spine-Health



  • Sheri76Sheri76 Michigan Posts: 497
    Your poems always make me think William. One of the things I thought of while reading, was how through the years the emotional security of having a home had been something I held onto possibly more than I should have. Not that having a place to call home is anything bad, my homes have always been a physical sanctuary from the craziness that's so out there.

    But even from my teen years, as a senior in school, I remember struggling with an inner battle of a longing for a home, intertwined with being on my own, not relying on my parents. I also though, felt an inner warning of wanting things in a way that go against the way things were meant to be...telling me not to hang onto "things" too tightly...that what was more important was something that was already dwelling in the home of my heart, and how I shared that with others.
Sign In or Register to comment.