A Poem about the daily life, living with Fibromyalgia, with a touch of humor.
My feet are always aching, like I've been on them all day my muscles keep on twitching, my back keeps giving way the migraines keep me tired and the Fibro too I'm seriously lacking energy, but I've got so much to do. The list keeps getting longer, I've lost my train of thought now a daily struggle, I wish my pain was naught I'm really good at hiding, exactly how I feel though my tank is nearly empty, I need my bod to heal. My skin is all darn prickly, like I'm poked with pins I'm lacking motivation, I really need some wins Sleeps another factor, don't get much of that which leads to inactivity and bloody body fat. WTF!
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