Fibromyalgia Poems

Questioning my Illness

Most days I feel my illness

I know it’s real and I feel awful

Like the life is sucked out of me

But sometimes no matter how rarely

I feel almost human

Like I’m miraculously cured

On those good days

I question my illness

Like everyone else does for me

I wonder if I was making it up

If I really am just seeking attention

Like so many have told me

I wonder if it’s all in my head

Whether it’s just the way I am

And I do all the things I usually can’t do

But then the next day it hits me

And I know it was a fluke

I am ill and I always will be

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