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acceptance, chronic illness, fibromyalgia, health, life, pain, Peace, poem, Poetry
I should have known
it would catch up to me,
all the things I did
without a pause,
enjoying movement
without any pain,
smiling and humming
as I did the chores,
then enjoying some time
in the great outdoors.
It was so good to
feel normal again,
to wake with the birds,
ready for day’s begin.
But,
I should have known…
Fibromyalgia
never leaves;
it hibernates, as
in a deep freeze,
then awakens
like an angry bear,
disturbed by forces
outside its lair.
So for today, I’ll
declare a truce,
embrace the peace
without excuse.
Maybe next time….
Well, probably not.
Just suffice it to say,
we’re friends,
of a special kind,
to the very end.
11/19/13
Phyllis Moorman
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