A CIDP Poem: She laughs.

Poetry

Dear Friend,

My dad has a rare chronic illness called CIDP.

What is CIDP?


It’s a chronic auto-immune disease: the body’s immune system attacks the nerves which deteriorates the muscles.

There is no cure.


To maintain his muscles, my dad has been receiving a treatment called IVIG, a transfusion of antibodies to suppress his immunity. To have this treatment, he has been going to the hospital once every month for more than a decade. On top of that, he takes medications including steroids to boost his muscles. If you know about Guillain-Barre syndrome, CIDP is the chronic version of it. You can read more about CIDP here.

Actually, my main character from Book B has this disease too. She suffers from not only CIDP, but also depression and grief. Last year, God led me to set the project aside as it was not the right time to work on its third draft. And guess what? That time may be coming soon.

As you may noticed in my Projects page, I’ve used the image of a sea turtle for Book B. A sea turtle actually represents people with CIDP. The disease slows down their limbs which liken one as a sea turtle swimming and pressing on.


So, getting to the purpose of the title of this post. Recently, I saw a writing prompt from this website and crafted this poem, using my main character with CIDP:


She laughs.

She laughs with her lips and pain in her limbs.
She laughs with her throat and pain in her gums.
She laughs with her chest and pain in her face.
She laughs with sorrow and pain in her heart.

She lost health.
She lost passion.
She lost friends.
She lost herself.

Why does she laugh?

She laughs because in her pain, she found healing.
She laughs because in her grief, she found joy.
She laughs because in darkness, she found hope.
She laughs because in her emptiness,
she found Christ overflowing.



Copyright © Clarissa Choo, 2021.



Very Sincerely Yours,
Clarissa Choo-Choo Train



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Clarissa Choo is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she has lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Besides writing, she loves to wash dishes, chop ingredients into smithereens, and record hymns on her piano. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry or read more posts.

What I Desired to Convey to You

Journal

Dear Friend,

I’ve always been embarrassed to share my writings, especially to a large number of people; thus, I had been limiting my readers to close friends. The reason was that writing is such an intimate craft to the writer that sharing it exposes the writer’s inner self, making him/her vulnerable and easily discouraged from destructive feedback.

Howbeit, God has greatly encouraged me through various people He placed throughout my life, and I’m grateful for Him guiding both my writing and personal journeys. I could say they are very much interlinked as He has taught me so much in both. After all, I’m writing for Him, and He wants me to communicate my words with others.

Interestingly, the root of communicate in Latin is communicare, meaning to share. Thus, I’m sharing what God wants me to write with you. This poem was written a few years ago–or was it a year?–for a close friend of mine.

Psalm 37:4a (KJV)
Delight thyself in thy Lord, dear Friend.
Though thy path be dark and drear,
His Light is within you always.

Delight thyself in Him, dear Friend.
Though His silence be so long,
His Presence is ever still near.

Delight thyself in thy Father, dear Friend.
Though the world appears immense,
His tender Heart upholds you.

Delight thyself in thy Saviour, dear Friend.
Though you are filthy,
His Blood had washed you clean.

Eternally.

Very Sincerely Yours,
Clarissa Choo-Choo Train



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Clarissa Choo is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she has lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Besides writing, she loves to wash dishes, chop ingredients into smithereens, and record hymns on her piano. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry or read more posts.

Poem: Shattered Fragments

Poetry

Dear Friend,

The Maker gathered our shards together. Our defective state rendered us futile, yet He said He will live in us.

Why?

Why me?

Why us? 

Why not choose one who is not inept?
Why not choose one who is not admired?
Why not choose one who is not filled with pain?
Why not choose one who is not broken? 
We’re just Moses who stuttered,
Abraham who waxed old with age,
Timothy who was young,
Ruth who was an outsider,
Joshua who feared,
Hannah who was barren,
David who was merely a shepherd boy,
The Samaritan woman at the well,
Peter who denied Christ three times,
Esther who was a captive orphan,
Paul whose past was contemptible,
Rehab who was not chaste.

Why us?

No. It’s not about us. 

It’s about You.

You Who showed the impossible was possible,
You Who created by merely speaking,
You Who made everything beautiful,
You Who deserve all praise and glory,
You Who knows all things,
You Who is eternal,
You Who adopted the unworthy as Your own,
You Who welcomed the homeless into Your Home,
You Who breathed purpose into the broken,
You Who bled to cleanse the tainted,
You Who will bruise the serpent’s head; 

It’s about You.


Very Sincerely Yours,
The Broken Vessels



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Clarissa Choo is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she has lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Besides writing, she loves to wash dishes, chop ingredients into smithereens, and record hymns on her piano. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry or read more posts.

A Craft

Poetry

I am scribbled on paper or typed on a processor.

I begin unkept and plain,

Raw and unsightly.

Although I’m comprised of numerous parts,

My whole is greater than my individuals.

If I were practiced by a patient, persevering hand,

I will show you another world,

Another eyes, another thought,

Another emotion, another heart,

Another struggle, another change.

I stitched my messages into the background,

Subtle, yet forthright;

They are intimate and dear.

And if you look closer,

They reflect the Creator’s hand.

I am a Craft.



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Clarissa Choo is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she has lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Besides writing, she loves to wash dishes, chop ingredients into smithereens, and record hymns on her piano. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry or read more posts.