seasonal FM poem ;)

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Twas the night before the next day, and all through the house

everything was a mess, and not even a mouse

could get through the chaos and mess found in there,

I just hurt too much today to bother to care.

I finally managed to settle in bed

while the pain and the worry spun round in my head,

I took all my pills, and tablets and caps,

And hoped for more sleep than a 10 minute nap-.

Then in my knees and my hips there arose such a clatter,

I knew that the FM was what was the matter!

It felt like the muscles were bursting in a flash

and through my skin and bone the pain would soon smash.

I had no insurance, so no where to go

my heart sunk even lower than lower than low-.

The pain in my knees began with a sear,

and left me without sleep, without hope, and in fear.

I used to be lively, clever and quick,

Now I am happy if I crawl with a stick.

I am glad, though, that this disease has a name,

Before calling it FM, I just called it " shame " .

I would like to go out but can't stand the mixing

with folks who think I am just being chicken

and giving in to the pain which they think is quite small

and you can't tell them anyway; they think they know it all.

My house used to sparkle as the cleaning cloths would fly,

Like a white tornado I spun in the sky!.

If they needed something done everyone knew,

to just pick up the phone and ask good old " you know who " .

Then in an instant, in crashed the roof

and my friends fell away, with speed in their hoofs

No one wanted to be around

someone for whom no relief can be found.

I have pain in my back, knees ankles and foot

I now wear flats when I once wore High heeled boots

A day of effort then I'm flat on my back

every activity feels like I've been put on the rack..

I have doctors, they smile, oh how merry!

they dole out the tablets like they were ten to the penny

They don't bother to ask if I have the means to

pay for the drugs they keep ordering me to do.

Somedays I dream of sleeping so long

that I never awaken til nothing is wrong.

but only in my dreams can such a long naptime be-

no matter how sick, people still count on me.

No matter how I may struggle with health

I can't be selfish and just think of myself:

I have to worry about those who love me instead

and be grateful that at least I'm still me in my head.

Im grateful for those who no matter who hard it may be

still love me enough to stand right by me

and stand against those who deride me instead

saying the pain is just all in my head.

If this poem doesn't make sense, then I tell ya

You know nothing about the monster called Fibromyalgia;

to those who do, I send them loving wishes of cheer

and hope for healing and pain relief in the coming new year.

To those people who hurt me, those who don't care

a warning to you I raise in the air-

today you laugh at me, but you cannot be sure

tomorrow it won't be you with FM- so let's work for a cure.