Friday, March 4, 2011

It Is What It Is: Fibromyalgia Poem

The pain is never-ending
Relentless, unforgiving
Throbbing, stabbing, burning
So tired of suffering
But there is no other choice
There is no cure
All this to endure
Nowhere to hide
Anxious to confide
To anyone, anywhere
This isn’t fair
But it is what it is
Maybe someday you will care.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

I coudn't have said it better myself! The worst part is when family can't or won't understand what we go through! All the missed events that we pray we will be able to attend....but then fail to do so. And then we are blamed for being insensitive, lazy or just uncaring. It breaks my heart that those closest to me are not there for me during the worst times! Thank you for writing this and may God bless you and all FMS sufferers! Love, JennaBug

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