Don’t touch me
My skin is burning
Go away
You can’t understand the pain
Don’t touch me
My skin is burning
Go away
You can’t understand the pain
A Birth Certificate shows that we were born
A Death Certificate shows that we died
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat . Relax . . .
And read this slowly.
As some of you know, I suffer from Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue, and Migraines.
I wrote the following poem whilst on a 3 month sabbatical in Greece, looking for our next Bliss International Enterprise Venture.
Sometimes I just want to stop fighting
And focus on living
The battle of the bulge
The constant fight for self esteem
The war against terrorism
That isn’t even a really real thing