i crave
an unextraordinary life.
a simple life.
a happy life.
a healthy life.
i don't want
to leave
a mark
on the history books.
just one
on the hearts
of the few
who matter to me.
i don't need
millions
to be satisfied.
i need
a working body.
and likely
i'll never be
the best
at anything notable.
but i hope
i'll be
good enough.
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the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness
Poetryone person's reflection on living with fibromyalgia
