Darkrose

Darkrose

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Fibromyalgia

Another night staring at the ceiling,
Another night trying to find some way to get comfortable that doesn't hurt.
Wanting to sleep, my dreams the only refuge from the pain.
But sleep will not come.
The fatigue hits you like a freight train,
Half way up the stairs and it feels like I can go no further
but the pain is in another league.
Knowing there is no cause, no cure drives me to tears.
It wont kill me but it kills my spirit daily,
With every wash I struggle to put on the line,
Every dog walk that feels like a trek,
Every little task become an Everest.
Some days I can bearly make it to base camp.