Fibromyalgia

Shower Me In Tears

Folder: 
Pain/Ilness

I step into the warming water,
And let my sorrow flow.
No one hears the cries of me-
These tears, they'll never know.

They pool down there, at my feet,
And swirl on down the drain.
I only wish they washed away,
My sorrow and my pain.

Amidst the splashing shower sounds,
No one can hear me crying.
They don't know, that in this water,
Another part of me is dying.

A storm that rages in my soul,
Rattles my core like thunder.
Sometimes I wish the tub would fill,
And drag me right down under.

In there, there is no separation,
As one with water, my tears meld.
I must release this inner flooding,
Too long have they been held.

If only water could wash away,
The moisture of my fears.
Take away all my afflictions,
As it showers me in my tears.

But once again, its time to step out,
Wipe the water from skin and eyes.
Put on a smile, along with my clothes,
Because no one ever hears my cries.

FIBROMYALGIA

Folder: 
Pain/Ilness

Firmly, it holds me a prisoner
In its taunting grip of misery,
Bringing me to sanity's brink,
Relentless as it courses along.
Obediently, I take the punishment-
Mutiny of this, my own self.
Years of this torturous affliction
Align itself to my core-to my very soul,
Leaving no room for such piteous cries.
Great is this pain so real, yet hidden.
Invisible to those who only look-
Apparent, to those who care enough to see.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Invisible diseases hurt the most-not by way of the obvious physical pain, but by way of the emotional toil it takes when no one understands or even tries to...

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