(poem)
FIBROMYALGIA HAS NO CURE YET
I WAS HAPPY THE DAY MY DOCTORS AND I MET
TO THINK MY PAIN COULD BE OFFSET
MEDICINE IS A START I BET…
I AWAKE IN THE MORNING IN SO MUCH PAIN
UPSET AT THE LIFE I CAN'T MAINTAIN
I FEEL A WEIRD FEELING IN MY BRAIN
WONDERING IF I AM GOING INSANE...
THE PAIN FILLS MY BODY IN DIFFERENT WAYS
LYING IN BED FOR SEVERAL DAYS
HOPING TO RELEASE A PAINFUL DAZE
BUT I HOPE AND PRAY AND THE PAIN STILL STAYS…
MY PAIN HURTS HERE AND THEN THERE
IT'S NEVER THE SAME BUT IT HURTS I SWEAR
ONE DAY IT'S MY HIPS THAT FLARE
OTHER DAYS ITS MY HANDS THAT WEAR...
MY LIFE IS NOW PAIN AND SLEEP
AND THO I SLEEP IT IS NOT DEEP
SO I WANT TO SLEEP AND COUNT MY SHEEP
BECAUSE MY SANITY I HAVE TO KEEP.