Lament for the Fifth Cranial Nerve

My right side

is my dead side, 

where the nerves fried, 

but I tried 

to piece it back together.

My left side

was my bad side,

would just abide,

but my pride

forced me to be its master.

My inside

is where I hide

and confide

that i lied,

it long stopped getting better.

Posted on the occasion of a friend having also become a young stroke survivor. 
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