My Illness

A day without pain, would be like heaven,

But with Fibromyalgia it’s 24 / 7.

What’s wrong you say, you look just fine,

I say...give me your body and you can have mine.

Calls are infrequent and invitations are now few,

So-called friends think I am making excuses, what’s a girl to do?

Where does it hurt, is there that much pain?

The same questions I am asked....again and again.

So I try to make light of a disabling situation,

Be jovial and laugh, with much concentration.

I don’t want to be remembered with tears or sorrow,

Or someone who was hoping for a better tomorrow.

I want to be remembered with laughter and a smile,

Someone who has a wicked sense of humor, if somewhat guile.

- Margi C.

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