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Touret"tic" Hope
Deep in thought I dream alone
of the childhood left behind,
tears that fell in need of calm
from the movements most unkind.
Many questions but no answers
and test results brought no word,
involuntary twitch and constant pain
from a condition rarely heard.
The "Me" that nobody understood,
and the struggle that had no name,
the first signs of a broken-heart,
no happiness a child could claim.
Facial tics mocked with laughter
when the bully came to play,
darkness covered up the light
where crying child hid away.
Years passed yet time stood still
and nerves struck with such force,
vocal noise broke silent stare
and life took a different course.
A miracle shone in chemical form
like treasure at the rainbow's end,
Its serenity brought happy relief
for which the mind grew to depend.
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