i am
more than
the name
on a
medical file.
i am
not
my illness.
i am
not
my headaches.
my joint aches.
my muscle aches.
my nausea.
i am
so much more.
i am
an artist
a writer
a daughter
a sister
a friend
a girlfriend
who just happens
to have
fibromyalgia.
YOU ARE READING
the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness
Poetryone person's reflection on living with fibromyalgia
i am
i am
more than
the name
on a
medical file.
i am
not
my illness.
i am
not
my headaches.
my joint aches.
my muscle aches.
my nausea.
i am
so much more.
i am
an artist
a writer
a daughter
a sister
a friend
a girlfriend
who just happens
to have
fibromyalgia.