Knife-like pain cuts down my spine,
I say I’m fine.
I smile wide
While my fingers tense with numbing stings,
Agonizing pain inside.
Burdened heart, heavy and lone.
In erratic tones.
Too much to process,
Pain and socializing.
Quality of life becomes less, yet more uninspiring.
I can’t focus with this throbbing in my head,
My collarbones and sternum,
My entire spine,
Hips, wrists, ribs,
And lungs contracting inside.
There’s stabbing in my knees, my ankles,
All up and down my legs.
Why is my body attacking me this way?
I’m adjusting to this new reality,
Plaguing my senses.
Overwhelming realizations of this brutality.
I’m resigned in this current state:
When you hear the word CHRONIC,
It’s a dreadful fate.
Ded: Chronic and the weight of that word on my heart. In honor of Fibromyalgia Awareness Month and all those surviving with chronic pain.