Bad Day, Good Day, Fibro Life.

Foggy or fatigued?  An endless struggle,

Your knight strikes a pawn, the pain takes your queen,

Strangled with support, inevitably losing the game.

Smile, hide it well, they won’t notice the unseen

 Illnesses you feel, burning fires of blue flame.


You’re tempered steel, yet moulded clay,

Tears, a tidal wave of strength and grace,

The crones are slipping, more control today.

Yellow sun, tempest at peace, you resurface

hopeful of a blue sky. No forecast to interpret,

What can you do? Run, don’t look back, no retreat.


A moment of peace.


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