Fibromyalgia Poems

Sick of the Pain

I’m sick of all the pain

Every minute of every day

Never knowing how I’ll feel

From one moment to the next

Is it my knee or shoulder

Maybe it’s my back or neck

Or perhaps it’s everywhere

Feeling like I have the flu

Unable to make many plans

In case I can’t make it out

Cancelling at the last minute

When I really wanted to go

My friends think I’m bailing

When I’m a prisoner at home

While others are having fun

I’m crying in pain alone

I’m sick of all the pain

But it’s part of my life

I have good days and bad days

And everything in between

I just can’t be who I used to be

Sometimes I get glimpses

Other times the pain consumes me

But I’ll always do it with a smile

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