FM Poem

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Hello everyone,

Dealing with one of 's total memory losses again, and my own problems as

usual, wasting time while we are stuck in this house, I read a wonderful ,

poem full of heart, that I believe deserves to be passed on to everyone here, ,

as well as the fibro group, where I read it.

As in the past, just replace the word " fibro " r " FM " , chiari, etc.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Sincerely,

Terry (Terry 'n' )

newton@...

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THE POETRY OF KAREN L. WILSON

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It is with great pleasure that I present the following poetry by L.

. 's work, along with that of other artists, will soon

appear in a book titled " The Silence Within " . It will be published on

June 6, 2001.

recently shared these words with me and I think they show the caring

and compassion that go into her work.

" Every word I write comes from deep within my heart and soul. "

" I am very blessed, and although a short time I ago I cursed this illness

we call fibro it has in the long run given me purpose, new direction and a

gift to share. "

A special thank you goes to for allowing me to share these words

with you.

FM

FM, what does that mean?

It means that I have an illness that can't be seen

FM pain, how bad can that be?

'You look just fine to me "

Let's try one more med

" Just get your butt out of bed "

Praying to make it up the stairs and into the tub

Honey, could you please give my back one more rub

Not too hard, my skin hurts again

This is the worst flare I've ever been in

Where did I put that thing I needed to use?

Add that to the long list of things I loose

No more whining, I'm going to be strong

Then the FM reminds that that thought was wrong

The phone isn't ringing anymore

God, I hope I can make it to the store

I WILL NOT USE THAT CANE

I can handle this pain

I'm too young to feel this bad

I miss the good health I once had

You can't hurt this much and not be dying

Do you ever get sick of trying?

I play the game of remember when

I sit here and wonder if you are still my friend

The days begin to melt together

Will I feel this way forever?

Good days mean something else to me

They now mean I can have a glimpse of how I use to be

But all hope is not lost

I will not loose myself in this, no matter the cost

I will keep hoping and praying for relief

I can't let this illness shatter my belief

I will try to be patient with myself, day in and day out

Believing in my soul that I truly know what unconditional love is all about

Written By: L.

copyrighted in 2000

KayKayWil@...

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