FIBROMYALGIA (A POEM)

I wake up to feel the pain,

It's presence numbs my brain.

For this pain seething and pure,

The experts have no cure.

Everyday I live this way,

With my work and my play.

This pain never goes away,

So I grit my teeth and pray.

I pray for some relief,

For this pain's beyond belief,

It stays with me when I sleep,

To my inner self the pain does seep.

How to deal, I do not know,

Each day I take it slow.

Maybe someday there will be a cure,

For this pain so unending and pure.

Comments: 8

Nancy L. Oct 9, 2008, 6:07pm EDT

Christine-

I hope so for your sake. My 2 younger sisters both have rheumatoid arthritis and I know how much pain they deal with every day. I'll say a prayer for you.

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Alison H. Oct 9, 2008, 8:37pm EDT

Good poem. I'm sorry you have to live in this kind of pain. "Each day I take it slow." It is a good philosophy.

I wonder if you have researched the connection between fibromyalgia and celiac disease. Go to www.celiac.com and do a search for articles on your symptoms.

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T J. Oct 9, 2008, 11:54pm EDT

Thank you for writing this poem.

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☀ Aunt Shanny Oct 12, 2008, 10:09am EDT

For describing fibro so well, thank you.

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Marilyn M. Oct 12, 2008, 10:59am EDT

That's what we feel, Christine. What my relatives cannot understand is that in spite of the pain, I do fall asleep (sometimes with the help of meds), but every time I move, I groan in my sleep. Obviously, the pain stays with me through the night. But it doesn't always wake me.

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