Pain. Why must you remain?
The sun's too bright . . . I like the rain.
Everyone thinks Im insane, but its pain.
Tired -- but also so wired!
If I could get a job I would be fired.
It's hard to cope when you're losing hope.
Do you want to go? I have to say No!
When will it end? I don't have a friend . . .
my head needs to mend.
It's hard to fight when you can't stand the light.
There's others like me, all stuck up a tree --
no, maybe a cave, to this illness I am a slave.
I'm losing my fight, 'cause I can't sleep at night.
I'm up and I'm down . . . my face growing a frown.
People so rude! I've gotten a bad attitude.
People think you're lazy and crazy,
my eyes are all glazy.
I'll pop the pill, to get the will, to climb the hill.
PAIN . . .
My eyes always red, a metal bar through my head!
Yeah -- I know what was said, these feelings I've read.
I wish it would all leave, and that they would believe --
it makes me want to heave.
When will it be gone? It has been too long.
I will keep up a smile, but how long is this while?
I fall in a pile.
Tomorrow will be better, so I can be a go getter.
Yes, I'll boo hoo from pain and my messed up brain,
I'm glad for the rain.
I can. I can still love, I can still smile.
And at times the pain goes for awhile.
Life is not lost, but I've paid a high cost.
The Laughter is still here, although not as clear,
but I'm losing my fear.
Kind of ironic in a great way....NO HEADACHE TODAY!!!
My wonderful, loyal friend, Lori, shared this poem that she wrote. Lori is a creative jewelry artist that loves life, gardening, and people. She has a clever sense of humor and is compassionate with others; Lori has been a wonderful support for me even though her own days are so challenging. She is a beautiful and sensitive woman and has been ill with fibromyalgia and other complications since she was in her teens . . . for about 31 years.