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.