This poem submitted by Renia Kyle on 10/25/97.

Dear Lord, help the silicone survivors...

For this is not a game we play,

Help us to get others to understand...

So, they won't fill our shoes one day.

Give us the strenght, O Lord...

To get up and out of bed,

For you and I both know, O Lord...

This is a time we dread.

To make it through each day ...

Is a true living nightmare,

With everything considered, Lord...

Let us know you care.

Lighten our burdens, heal our wounds...

In order to complete our daily task,

If we could do this alone, Lord...

We definately would not ask.

Our bones grow weak and weary...

Our bodies mangled and frail,

If I didn't know the difference, Lord...

I would think, we were in hell.

Our minds drift off somewhere...

When we try to concentrate,

Please rid our bodies of this silicone...

O Lord, We can not wait.

We fear going to bed each night...

We know what the next day will bring,

Comfront and console us, Lord...

And tuck us beneath your wing.

Many do not understand...

The pain we are all going through,

How will we ever educate them...

About our silicone implant issue?

Our days are growing longer...

With each and every breath,

We feel that this silicone...

Will one day cause our death.

How did we ever get into this jam?

We were assured of our implant safety,

The Doctors were quick to operate...

Without a moment of hesitantcy.

Trampled on, ignored and pushed aside...

We are the victems, in this deadly war,

To be quite honest, Lord...

I just can't take much more.

Our symptoms are getting the best of us...

We know that you have the power to heal,

Guide us in the right direction...

Nurture us...If you will.

Rid our bodies of this dreadful toxin...

It has crippled us without a doubt,

Lead, Guide and Direct us...

On getting this toxin out.

I am now on my knees, Lord...

Please tell us what to do,

Our life on Earth is not complete...

For, I have thought this through.

I ask for your forgiveness...

For...I too have sinned,

I do not understand though...

Why our bodies, you won't mend.

Aggitated, Irritated and Frustrated...

I feel all of these tings today,

There is not a doubt in my mind...

That silicone, made me this way.

I will go on as I have before...

With dried tears upon my eye,

The struggle is getting harder now...

As the morning...Turns to nigh.

Will I be here for my children, Lord...

At times when they really need me?

How can I explain to my seven year old...

About the effectes of silicone toxicity?

I am not ready to throw in the towel, Lord...

I am going to put up a good fight,

I am going to fight this disease, Lord...

Fight, With all of my might.

I have signed on to the internet, Lord...

And many of my troubles have come to a halt,

For, Dear Lord, I have discovered "USSW" (United silicone survivors world)

And there, Lord, I discovered, "Walt"!

I now pray for "Walt", Lord...

For he prays for us all,

If it wasn't for him and my family, Lord...

I would be climbing the wall.

I have to stop praying now...

Due to a minor medical flaw,

With a little rest, I'll be back...

For I am made of brick, not straw!

My prayers go out to anyone with silicone toxicty. It is a true disease and I wish doctors would reconize this.