a poem for all my fibromite friends

THE THIEF

... The thief that came in did not take my t.v,or my money,he took something more precious

He didn't break down the door,or climb through a window, he just crept upon me,slowly, cautiously then WHAM!!

he was there mocking me,i tried to shake him off, but he had latched on to me , my every move, he stole the most valuable thing i owned, my health,

the thiefs name, i shall tell you is fibromyalgia.....

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  • oh yes, that cat burglar - ingenious, insidious and indefinite!

    fibromites of the world unite....completely understand how you feel xx

  • thankyou!, i wrote it and decided to blog it for one & all x

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