I am a 28 year old Fibromyalgia sufferer. I wrote this poem after a few days of a flare up, and wanted to share how it feels. Dear you……I’m sorry Dear mum, I’m sorry That my house isn’t like yours That my washing piles up On all the bedroom floors Yes I could have brought it down But I didn’t, coz you see, I’d have nothing left to finish the job No more spoons left for me. Dear grandma, I’m sorry That the dinner plates aren’t clean I got through half the cups and bowls But that’s my limit seen. I selfishly made myself A brew before I started And now my hands can’t take the pain The task has got me thwarted. Dear school, I’m sorry That the kids again are late This morning took it out of me Third time this week I’m afraid. I know it’s not acceptable And it’s not the kids at fault But getting out of bed for me Is like an army assault Dear children, I’m sorry That I can’t play with you more But after ten minutes I have to stop My body is just too sore. My head is dizzy, my heart beats fast I have to sit down and rest You’re asking what we’re doing next This is what makes me depressed Dear bank balance, I’m sorry That I can’t find a job Who will take on a liability? Who on the surface looks like a slob. I can’t be stood up too long But I need to move around And from day to day I don’t even know If I’ll be mobile, or house bound. Dear government, I’m sorry That I don’t fit your bill That I’m obviously not bad enough For help while I’m ill. Yes I can dress myself, No-one …

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