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.
