"THE FIBROMYALGIA MONSTER"
Poem by Carolyn White carolwhitern@gmail.com--
Trying to do my best as a mother and a wife
But this Fibromyalgia Monster has taken over my life
This thorn in my flesh Lord, How can I explain?
I get up every morning though my body is in pain
It’s like a Horrible Flu that just won’t go away
You pray for it to leave you but it’s with you everyday
The energy’s been sucked out, weakness never goes
Nerves feel inflamed from my head down to my toes
Now sensitive to medicines, chemicals and mold
Legs numb and tingling and Why do I feel cold?
Get worse from the heat till about September
My brain is in a Fog, and there’s words I can’t remember
Spasms in my back, my breathing isn’t right
My bed feels like nails as I lye awake at night
My muscles scream in agony. Oh my gosh don’t touch!
I take my herbs and medicines but they don’t help too much
My immune systems weakened, it seems on overdrive
My vision won’t stay focused and I often stay inside
Lights are too bright, noises are too loud
Unfortunately I’ll get sick again standing in this crowd
Some doctors say “It’s all in your head” or “Oh, You’re just depressed”
“Your fine, just take these crazy pills and get a little rest”
Yes I get down sometimes, upset and so would you
If a truck had just ran over you you’d feel the same way too
The attack of my brain is from infection I’ll bet
This is a neuro immune disease but some don’t know it yet
Trying to do my best as a wife
But this Fibromyalgia Monster has taken over my life.












2 comments:
Oh, Antonette, I understand completely, and healthy people can't understand at all. I mean they can NOT, even if they want to. Doctors can't understand because they have never experienced all-over chronic pain.
I wish I knew a magic answer. Doing what we can, when we can, seems to be the best we can manage.
I always tell people I'm unpredictably unreliable, so it is hard for me to commit to volunteer projects or even social occasions. I have three social functions and one appointment with a doctor this week. I'll probably make one or two, not all three.
Your poem is perfect. It tells the story, and tells it well. It makes me happy to read it, but it will make other people confused.
E-mail me any time you want to dump some FM on someone. I can handle it.
K
Beautiful lyrics, Christmas is endearing,
These days I wish peace and happiness come to your house.
Happy Holidays!.
a hug.
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