14 Saturday Jun 2014
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compromise, Fibro, fibromyalgia, health, poems, Poetry, set limits, struggles
Fibromyalgia sits on one side,
I straddle the opposite;
We see saw, frequently off balance
as we fight for control.
Today, I teeter on the edge,
struggling to endure her force.
Winning seems impossible;
Can I counterbalance? I’ll try.
Citing benefits for more than just me,
I propose to lighten my load, set some limits.
She likes I’m not selfish, so concedes,
relaxing her stance to midway.
08 Saturday Mar 2014
Posted in Health, Inspiration, Life
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chronic illness, Fibro, fibromyalgia, health, inspiration, life, poems, Poetry
I tried to ignore it; I said
it couldn’t happen to me;
surely there’s some mistake,
I’m as healthy as can be.
I’m merely getting older,
my muscles just need worked,
and creaking joints are natural
when you’re ’bout as old as me.
But, symptoms started stacking,
and just like children’s blocks,
when too many are unsteady,
reality comes crashing down.
For me, it’s Fibromyalgia,
maybe yours has a different name;
but our life altering prognoses
bring changes just the same.
Sometimes I’m the energy bunny,
you’d never know I’m sick,
but the next day I’m a turtle,
paced slowly or retreatingly.
I never will be returning to
what people knew as me,
but with positive affirmation,
I’m creating a better me.
22 Saturday Feb 2014
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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.
21 Tuesday Jan 2014
Posted in Animals and Insects, Health, Life, Nature
I feel as if I’m a newborn calf
trying to stand for the first time,
ankles shaking, knees wobbling,
thighs tingling with anticipation
of a successful rise to upright.
It’s how I start my day,
focusing on the initial rise,
leaning and swaying as I
walk toward the kitchen
for that first sip of milk.
12 Sunday Jan 2014
Winter’s nip seeps through my pores,
creeping through vessels and nerves
till it finds my thinning bones,
circling ’round, sealing in the cold.
Shivering, I curl into the recliner,
snuggling with layers of quilted comfort.
Glowing cheeks, reflections of a well-lit fire,
flush brighter with my first sip of tea.
Revived, nerves and muscles jerk to
attention, stimulating blood flow,
warming these precious wands of marrow–
no longer chilled to the bone.
26 Tuesday Nov 2013
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beat, chronic pain, Fibro, fibromyalgia, headache, health, music, poems, Poetry
An unknown tune
beats within the
Fibro body. Conductors
Set the Beat
as cymbals crash
repeatedly against an
exploding headache.
And The Beat Goes On
with timpani mallets
pounding fervently at
already sore muscles.
And The Beat Goes On
with drumrolls drilling
faster and faster…
till exhaustion hits.
And The Beat Goes On,
each day, a new rendition
of an old song, unique yet
recognizable just the same.
We live each day to the
tune we’re given, changing
the measures we can,
pausing for those we can’t,
and dancing with those we can…
And the Beat Goes On!
19 Tuesday Nov 2013
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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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Phyllis Moorman 