Firbomyalgia poem of pain

My request to the pain.


I'm in pain all the time.
It sometimes reaches up into the nines.
On a good day it may be a six.
But for sure it is always ready to pounce.
Waiting to pounce on the joy and my fun..
It takes my happiness and throws it around,
it attacks my enjoyment and says there's no room for you here.
It attacks all my energy to the point I have none.
It kills my energy and ability to fight.
It gnaws on my weaknesses and shoves ice in your face.
'You can't conquer me, I am here to stay'
I struggle and I plead to find a way to function through it/

But always it remembers my name and comes to the door.
I want to slam the door in its face, but it is already here.
The pain effects my life in so many ways.
I just want to give it a punch in the face..
How dare it steal my joy and my laugh, my walking,
my driving and while everything wears down to collapse.
It deprives me of my sanity everyday of the week.

I'm determined to get it all back.
Fighting the good fight is the way.
Fifteen years of pain everyday
I want to throw my hands up and say 'please, just go AWAY'
Give me a week or even a day.
It would feel so amazing to be with out pain just for an hour.
Just step out of the room for a moment and graciously give me that.
Please consider my request and give it some thought.
After so many years I thought you would be gracious and give me that.

My friends are all gone due to the pain that I feel.
I don't want them around to just share the negativity.
No reason to talk when you just wan to cry.
I feel like a cloud up in the sky.
All the years of the remedies they have tried.
From Western to Eastern to Ancient to homeopathic to Chinese.
I've tried them all and the pain always wins.
The pain is still here and is highly effecting my life.
Please go away, just give me an hour.
I am tired of crying over your power.

I enjoyed reading both of your poems. Writing is like therapy to me, a journal of my emotions. Living with chronic pain there are ups and downs. We learn how to cope out of necessity...these are two poems written at two differant stages of coping. You can really tell the differance.

Prisoner of Pain

 

Bound by the misery of unending pain

I am a prisoner, a prisoner of pain

feeling tortured, trying to remain sane

 

Each day I wait, hoping for relief

praying today I'll be spared from this grief

 

Maybe tomorrow the pain will go away

and let me enjoy a painless day

 

 

 

Beyond the Pain

 

I look beyond the pain and see

that life is not a misery

 

It's a chance to live love and enjoy

to have some fun and spread the joy

 

Pain may be a part of me

but it won't control who I'll be

I can live my life and be happy

 

Robin

 

I try to focus more on the positive now and my writing seems to reflect it. Oh there are days my poetry can still become dark.

It is wonderful when I can write about beauty and nature...not pain.

Writing, for me is theraputic and if a simple poem can make a person

feel, think, smile or inspire it is worth sharing.

 

Thank You for sharing

 

Hugs, Robin

 

Thanks mothertravel....welcome to the fibro family! I'm glad you have joined us. The group here is great, people are caring and understanding. We like to have fun too...a virtual party is going on in the thread Party Time.
Join in if you like!

Hugs, Robin