Have started writing a poem about living with fibro,
This is what i have so far:
Good Morning Fibro
I wake up and say good morning world, what will today hold
I peel back the duvet and stretch my legs down to the floor
I find the strength to stand and try to greet the day
I shake, i ache but carry on
I had no idea i could be this way
A simple task becomes an ordeal, try as i might
Due to the fibro-fog, and not getting sleep at night
I aqsk the doctor 'please help'
So he treats me like im 'not right'
I could cope, i think, if others could only see
The mess, the wreck, the difference
that this has made of me.
A work in progress.