I started this blog when my fibromyalgia was at its worst. I honestly felt like my life was more pain than living. I was a poet before my diagnoses and I needed to trust she could help me become a warrior against the pain. I still struggle with fibromyalgia but I fight it like a knight slaying a dragon.
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Desmond Cannot Sleep
He sneaks into the living room to get some water.
He shares that he cannot sleep.
I take him in my arms and play with his hair
soon his breathing slows
he falls into what all boys should dream
the slumber from love.
I feel this boy's love all around me
as I commit this moment to memory.
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