Poetry: Pieces of Us
To be separated
Body and mind
Split between thoughts of love
And questions for the enemy
Yet they both reside
In the same body
In my body
There are no answers
Just community
A family of people like myself
Found here
Yet spread all around the world
Provide strength
To carry on
A life is still here to live
Memories of the past
Hurt, but bring vitality to the present
We may not look sick
And our struggle equals muffled cries
But we’re here to change that
Hand in hand
Written by staff writer, Annie Martin
Annie is a young Canadian woman struggling with Fibromyalgia, CFS, and autoimmune issues. She blogs daily at www.fragileannie.com and monthly for The Fight Like Club in the hopes of raising awareness of central sensitization disorders (and hopefully subsequent research)!
Comments (7)
can i paste this to my chiari page?
Thanks for this, nicely sums up the community spirit.
Sooo beautiful
MMMmmmm – definitely resonates with me. Thank you so much for sharing your words with us — sometimes what is experienced is difficult to find words for. Thank you for finding some words for us.
Wonderful!
Beautiful Annie! Thank you for sharing!
well written. Thank you.
I keep thinking I don’t qualify to be a spoonie . . . keep thinking I’m getting better . . .
So, I haven’t written for a while about it.
Gee, if I can barely get through a day doing very simple things, and haven’t had a functioning voice for a year and a half . . .
and crash as soon as I do much of anything . . .
my spoon supply is clearly very low!
(and, no, I don’t look it)
alone. seen but not heard. thank God for the internet.