Fibromyalgia Poems


Sleep is a blessing and a curse

It is both great and evil

Possible and impossible

Easy and hard

Some nights I sleep well

It’s the only time I don’t feel pain

The only time I feel normal

It is needed for me to survive

Even when I sleep well

I still wake up tired

Unrefreshed and shattered

As though I haven’t slept at all

Other nights I just can’t sleep

The pain is too much

My senses are on overdrive

My brain suddenly magically works

Those nights I worry

About the future and the past

I try everything to fall asleep

But nothing works

You see sleep is essential

But even when I do sleep

I wake feeling like I never closed my eyes

And the cycle continues

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