Today the skies were sunny and
bright, but not for me.
People were out walking in the
streets, I had nowhere to be.
Somebody was singing karaoke
while hearing a favorite song.
I couldn't seem to do anything
right, without thinking wrong.
In the garage I found one of my
granddaughters favorite toys.
Then I found myself becoming
sad because I have no boys.
My wife saw something on sale,
she said I would like this honey.
I kept saying to myself, we just
don't have the money.
Usually I'm the one who could
tell the best told stories.
Nothing seem to be right anymore
since fibromyalgia stole my glory.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Today the skies were sunny and
bright, but not for me.
People were out walking in the
streets, I had nowhere to be.
Somebody was singing karaoke
while hearing a favorite song.
I couldn't seem to do anything
right, without thinking wrong.
In the garage I found one of my
granddaughters favorite toys.
Then I found myself becoming
sad because I have no boys.
My wife saw something on sale,
she said I would like this honey.
I kept saying to myself, we just
don't have the money.
Usually I'm the one who could
tell the best told stories.
Nothing seem to be right anymore
since fibromyalgia stole my glory.
Living with fibromyalgia takes you through these types of changes. It leaves mental, physical and in many cases financially broken scars. Awareness of this disease is needed to help take away the pain.
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