Fibromyalgia Poem by Jeffrey Heathfield

As the circle starts,

Storm clouds appear,

Ahead of the road,

A plenty of a tear.

Muscles scream out as the stars charm the unbroken eyelids of the fit.

Fybro has hit!

Find it hard to sleep, the pain gets deep,
Find it hard to sit, for even a little bit,
Find it hard to hold, painful to the touch,
Find it hard to communicate, this hurts so much,

Just want a normal life is the cry,

Anything I will try!

The Drs look to the sky, not knowing why,

The drugs get eaten like pie,

Nothings working as the nights keep me tossing and turning,

Finally, I find what I am yearning,

The release of the pain,

Its been driving me insane,

A week later, fingers crossed I am in the clear,

O no! Storm clouds appear,

As the circle starts.