@lymepoet Thank you for writing and sharing this lovely poem. I feel like it is playful and therapeutic of sorts. I really enjoyed these lines,

"empty pockets, not a dime / spent it all on pills for Lyme, / had to quit all sweets, smokes and wine, / [and ] pay attention to what and when I dine."

Those lines moved so free and "happy-go-lucky" but their content is depressing and anything but cheerful. I took this to mean that the writer, or the speaker in the poem is not looking at Lyme as a total devastation, but just the new reality that is their life, and they're happy to be alive. I feel like the tone and the rhyme set in relief the bleak realities of Lyme's shittiness.

There were two lines I think you can reword to improve their impact without changing too much about either their content or rhyme:

"Under my skin there is a war

fought most likely against protozoa"

Maybe you can change this to, "Under my skin there is a war, blood and body fighting against protazoa."

The other line I found awkward was,
"making me feel as being on ecstasy;"

The word order throws me off and it is difficult to understand. Simplicity is generally best, and when you read it aloud if it sounds awkward (which this does) it is often best to reword.

maybe, "makes me feel like I'm on ecstasy"
or "and its like being on ecstasy."

I hope you find some affectionate value in this feedback, and encouragement and hope. If you do have Lyme I'm sending my well wishing, good thoughts, and general support for a speedy treatment / cure.

Thanks again for sharing this poem! I look forward to any revisions if they come.