Good Day vs. Bad Day

The following are poems (of a sort) that I originally wrote for and posted on wearefibro.org.  The challenge was to create one piece that described a good day with fibromyalgia and one that described a bad day.

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GOOD DAY
Some days I hear the poetry of the flowers.
I see rainbows no one else can see.
Some days I dance with the children.
I sing with the bird’s melodies.
On days when I see the sunshine
breaking through clouds of pain…
These are the days that I cherish,
The days that help me remain.
Some days I laugh with the echoes.
I climb trees and talk with the leaves.
Some days I taste the sweetness of spring.
I let my soul drift along with the breeze.
On days when instead of the thunder,
Music resounds in my ears…
These are the days that I cherish,
The days that I hold through the years.
Some days I dust off my wishes.
I pull down my dreams from the shelf.
Some days I dare to be hopeful
That I will have more days of health.
On days when there’s peace in my spirit
Where turmoil so often resides…
These are the days that I cherish,
The days that I carry inside.

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BAD DAY

I am a shadow.  A ghost.  Hardly a wisp of who I was.  Alone in the darkness of my mind I ponder the past.  My dreams.  My passions.  Slaughtered by a monster.  The Unseen.  This beast that has hold of my life.  The one who fills my days with torture.  With pain.  Each one a struggle to survive.  As tears roll down my cheeks I wonder.  I question.  I beg.  But no one listens.  No one comes.  No one rescues.  Each day I battle.  I struggle.  I fight.  But I’m only farther from winning than where I started.  And I slip farther.  Deeper.  Faster.  Into the darkness of my mind.  Into the clutches of the monster.

(Originally posted on another of my blogs: http://ruminarispoonie.wordpress.com)