I wish that I could live again
enjoy the things I love
but everything now different
clouds hang up above
My world is full of darkness
depression is the boss
if only for a minute
I could regain what now is lost
I have a silent illness
that you're unable to see
it takes control of my being
has a hold on me
In the night it follows
allowing me no rest
in the day it taunts me
putting me through all tests
My legs and feet become swollen
with pain I can't ignore
hips and back feel broken
arms are weak and sore
Activity for me is seldom
with fatique that just won't quit
somedays nothing matters
I feel like calling it in
The rain and cold effect me
causing pain right to the core
my memory sometimes failing
existing is a bore
Medications not real helpful
the pain just won't subside
confusion wrapped with mood swings
I feel my soul has died
Others don't believe me
when I sometimes lag behind
don't understand my heartache
to them I look just fine
Sometimes I feel like a burden
useless and no good
unable to properly function
the way some feel I should
I have a silent illness
that you're unable to see
Fibromyalgia has stolen
the joy of life from me
By Rose Marie Streeter
03/16/04
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