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.
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Luckily I have not experienced the pain of this dreaded illness but I do have friends who suffer from it. They also say the pain is unbearable and hard to put into words. But you have done a wonderful job at trying to make others understand the pain afflicted lives of those who do. Nicely written.