Growing Old with FibromyalgiaMy eyes peel open like the lens covering a camera;Growing Old with Fibromyalgia8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my limbs feel like it has been raining bricks in my sleep.
I rise, a soldier climbing out of a foxhole
after a 42 day battle.
I stand, a baby calf learning to walk.
How old am I today?
My body needs more sleep
addicteed to the 5 year old mattress,
but I can't satisfy my urges.
It gets harder to breathe.
Nauseas consumes every breath,
a cactus stuck to my chest,
feathers tickling air in my lungs.
My arms, blood replaced with lead,
attempting to do the morning routine;
put in contacts, scrub the teeth, brush th hair.
When did I beomce so decrepit?
The reflection in the mirror
FibromyalgiaFibromyalgia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A five-syllable word that you use to refer to me
Not my mind, not my life,
You refer to my disease
And you know what drives me nuts?
Its the whispers you began
Shes probably just faking it
Or Here she goes again.
You tell me that I can control it
And you tell me that its all in my mind?
Tell me that as I thrash on the floor,
Tell me that when it feels like Im dying.
You try to believe its not really that hard
Its easier to believe that Im telling a lie
But youve never once seized in the hall
And had all of your classmates pass yo