Today I’m still out sick, so here is a reblog from the LuvCherie Jewelry Blog from May 2012. When I sat down to write this poem I was mourning the loss of my mom. Somehow along the way it morphed into me also mourning the life I could have lived without Fibromyalgia/CFS.
A long time ago
I packed it away.
Buried it deep
So I could move forward.
But somehow it got out.
It captured me
And now it won’t let go.
I can’t move forward.
I’m stuck.
Stuck in the middle of it;
Drowning in it;
Buried and gasping for air;
Trying to break free.
Free from the past.
Free from the pain.
Free from the life
That would not be.
So I can move forward
For real.
And finally
Live.
