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Traveling through life with a chronic illness brings challenges unknown to the chronically healthy. Those born with conditions accepted their limitations long before the newly chronically ill. I have yet to find my equilibrium, but I vow to continue to try.
I travel daily with Fibromyalgia,
My symptoms bag not always full,
But when I exceed my mileage,
Overloaded bags tip the scale.
I’m rescheduling my life’s journey
To include the trails I like best,
And when faced with a difficult path,
I’ll slow, take a day at a time.
Choices are not easy to make,
Disappointment occasionally comes,
But I’d rather be traveling light
Than heavy-laden, unable to go.
Phyllis Moorman 
Reblogged this on FlirtingWithFibro and commented:
It’s hard to wake up everyday and wish to go back to my old high school self, my old body, my old strength, my old energy, my old motivation, my old sociability, and my old cognition. It hard to wake up every day and cast out those negative thoughts.
So very true.
Your poem admits the problem creatively and positively. It’s there, and you handle it the best you can.