Fibromyalgia Poems

The Abled Disabled

We are the abled disabled

Too ill to be well

But too well too be ill

Some days we can act normal

As though we aren’t ill

That doesn’t mean we’re well

We give anything to be our old selves

So we do our best to seem well

Hide the fact that we’re ill

We look fine so we must be fine

They think we are well

But under the surface we are ill

People see us for how we look

It’s an invisible illness

That’s why we are judged

We are the abled disabled

Too ill to be well

But too well to be ill

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