Poem About Living With Fibromyalgia | ‘Don’t Cry For Me‘
Don’t Cry For Me
Staring out the window, watching trees, buildings, life pass by. Every bump in the road feels like an earthquake rattling throughout my body, I cringe while holding onto my burning arms. The quiet radio magnifies within my ears, and even my sunglasses don’t seem to block the light emanating from the sun. My mouth is paralyzed, I want to say something, anything, to my husband. I yearn to hold his hand, but can’t move my arm.
I hear this soft whimpering voice, “Honey, can you grab me a tissue?” I look at him, tears running down his face. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He wipes the stream off his cheek, “I am so sorry you are in so much pain” he murmurs.
Please don’t cry for me, as I am strong. It may take all of my strength to get up in the morning, shower, and be productive each day, but I am stronger than I ever knew. I smile through the pain, but I also smile as I am proud.
Please don’t cry for me, as I am strong. It may take all of my strength to appear “normal” day in and day out, but I have learned I am stronger than I ever knew. Keep those tears for times of laughter my love, as we have many more good days ahead then bad.
Please don’t cry for me, as I am strong, because I have you by my side.
About the Guest Author:
Laura Namynanik is 33 years old. She was diagnosed 2016 with Fibromyalgia. It has been extremely difficult for her. She enjoys poetry and reading blogs for chronic pain, as it makes her feel not alone.
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Poem About Living With Fibromyalgia | Don’t Cry For Me