Fibromyalgia

I have this invisible illness

That no one else can see

Fibromyalgia is it’s name

And it’s stolen part of me

Pain that consumes my very soul

Migraines making me lose my mind

My memory, now that is lost

Hopefully my sanity I can find

When at night I go to bed

Tired, but I cannot sleep

Pain now at its highest level

So backdown stairs I do creep

I pop the kettle on

Have a lovely brew

Tea is a magical elixir

And Netflix I love to view

Sleepy again I begin to feel

Get back into my comfy bed

But when I awaken the next day

I feel like the living dead.

This is not the life I chose

But it has chosen me

Better days I know are ahead

Just patient I’ll have to be.