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Poems
From the Heart
For those who suffer with FMS
Written
by:
Judie
Director, NationaliTees Co., Inc.
The
Dragon Within
His
breath, it sears my body
His
claws, they rip and tear
The
pain oft times is endless
His
roar, just I can hear
He
gives me days of freedom
Though
totally not there
I
feel he waits while lurking
He
knows my inner fear
I
did not ask his presence
To
manifest in me
I
did not give him entry
What
power set him free?
I
struggle just to function
Many
tasks are left undone
I
pray a new tomorrow
When
I can roar, "I've won!"
The
changes that have taken place
The
life I knew is gone
I
improvise the best I can
It's
now more brains than brawn
Upon
my bed, I muster
A
prayer before I sleep
"Please
Lord, please take this dragon
and
send him far and deep"
Give
me strength tomorrow
So
he no longer wins
Release
me from the Dragon
The
one who lives within
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If
Martha Were A Fibromite
The
guests are soon to gather
The
tables side by side
One
has a flowered cover
The
other stripes so wide
Since
only plates for seven
And
twelve to soon appear
I
bought a different setting
And
altered here and there
The
decorations in the hall
I’m
proudly to acclaim
Are
flowers that were freshly picked
From
just right down the lane
The
fireplace is glowing
Though
logs were hard to find
I
tied the weekly papers
I’m
sure no one will mind
Now
here is where my talents
My
best of me comes out
My
dinner is the tops you see
I’m
sure to get a shout
My
chicken comes from KFC
The
salads from the deli
The
biscuits from the bakery
Don’t
spare the Smuckers jelly
We’ll
gather just as Martha does
And
all will give me praise
Because
we were a family
Just
like the olden days
It
will not matter what we wear
Or
what adorns the tables
Or
even if my towels and sheets
Have
lost their fancy labels
What
counts is we’re together
All
lacking prim and proper
But
in my heart I know darn well
With
Martha I did top her
I
have no time or strength
No
energy to squander
It’s
simply ease and fun
And
no fanciness to ponder
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My
Fibro Prayer
Dear
Precious One, my Savior
On bended
knees I pray
That you
will touch my friends I know
And help
them out today
The body
is so weary
The pain
just won’t subside
Yet still
they fight the battle
No
thieves to rob their pride
The body,
just the outer shell
Their
temple so to speak
Is tended
to and nourished
Although
its frail and weak
They know
the greater picture
Your home
to soon reside
Please
give them special blessings
And never
leave their side
One day
when they can join you
A journey
we all seek
Please
let them know I pray for them
This
promise I will keep
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The
Fog
Oft
times you see a mist, a fog
That
follows a spring rain
But
ours is hidden out of sight
They’re
shadows in our brain
How
often we have searched on high
For
articles misplaced
Just
to find them sitting near
Our
minds were out in space
Did
I just enter in this room
An
object to take out?
Or
did I put one into place
What
is this all about?
Sure
footed in one spot I stand
I
try to clear my head
Did
I just mail the bills I had?
Must
not, my phone is dead
So
many dates have come and gone
Of
things I had to do
My
postem said I mailed a card
But
where it went, to who?
No
matter what the task may be
Somehow
I see it through
It
may not be on time you see
But
that is nothing new
So
in my fog I am, I’m me
“Unique”
I always say
I
really do not fumble through
It’s
just MY special way
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