My poem Fibro-- The Invisible Hell (repost)

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The following is a repost of a poem I wrote over a year ago.  I want to share it

with new people who have come to the group.

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of fibro and how we need more information out there from REAL people with the

REAL story.

love and hugs,

Debra V.

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Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 08:05:31 -0700

From: ladybug75901@...

Subject: Fwd: My poem-- Fibro-- The Invisible Hell

To: revgwyork@...

debra van ness ladybug75901@...> wrote:

Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 07:55:27 -0700 (PDT)

Subject: My poem-- Fibro-- The Invisible Hell

To: Fibromyalgia_Support_Group

Dear friends,

 

Last night I was up at 2 am.  This piece of poetry came to me and I wrote it. 

Maybe you can all relate.  I have not written any poetry in years, but as I

said, it just came to me.

 

                                        Fibro-- The Invisible Hell

 

I'll creep into your life when you are young and carefree,

     so subtly you won't know or even recognize me.

I'll start with a little tingle, perhaps some numbness or a

     little pain---

     I'll kick you when you are down, when it's cold or starts to rain.

Ignore me and explain the little things away----

     but as the days go by I'll settle in to stay.

Fibromyalgia such a medical term----

      for something so sinister, cruel and so stern

Tell your doctor I am here--- he won't be able to see.

      No tests, no broken bones, no lab to prove it's me.

When you awaken in the morning after years I have progressed,

      you'll be hurt and feel so stiff you'll hardly get dressed.

I thrive on every crisis or pitall of emotion----

     I'll drown your soul like silent waves crashing on the ocean.

You know they'll call you crazy, insufficient, even lazy.

     Your mind will be a fog at times- your memory even hazy.

The pain will get intense as slowly pass the days, 

      then you'll have to pay attention, I won't go away.

The little hints of tingling will turn to burning hell----

     You'll think you've lost your mind in my silent evil spell.

You'll feel so bone deep tired, I'll be worse than the flu----

     But you look so healthy, I'll be sure they don't believe you.

I'll atack you in your sleep like you never went to bed----

     Your family may believe I'm just inside your head.

They say you don't have pain; It can't be that bad.

     Some aspirin and some sleep fixed the flu that they had.

Am I a virus, a chemical, or something that you lack?

     Be assured that if I leave, I'll always be back.

At times you may return to what you use to be.

     Enjoy it when you can because I will not set you free.

I'll take away time with your children, rob you of your joy and smile.

     Send away your friends and family--- I'm back for a while.

Fibromyalgia is my name for those that believe I am for real----

     Such medical terminology for the way I cheat and steal.

 

                                                                    By Debra Van

Ness,

 

                                                                    (a

fibromite)           

 

     

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