i make this joke a lot
about how i feel like sisyphus
but the rock he is forced to carry with him
is the muscle in my body
forever tensed like stone.
and his uphill climb
that never seems to go anywhere
is treatment.
see i go to physical therapy
three times a week.
i do my exercise
four times a week.
i take supplements
every morning.
i eat carefully
every day.
i take my sleeping medication
every night.
all like clockwork.
taking baby steps
up a hill
dragging the rocks
in my body
along with me.
only to fall
to the bottom of the hill
when a flare
decides to
rear its ugly head.
it
is
relentless.
but when i hear of sisyphus
i often hear the phrase
"one must imagine sisyphus happy."
and
i can.
i do.
i must.
because
if i continue uphill
every time i fall
i get to
hear my best friend's laughter
see the most unreal sunsets
that the sky has to offer
cry over beautiful words
learn baffling truths
and so
so much more.
for me
this relentless climb
is the price of admission
for living.
and
honestly
for what i get out of the deal
one must imagine
i can be happy
with paying this price.
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the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness
Poetryone person's reflection on living with fibromyalgia