Poem To My Wife Who Suffers From Fibromyalgia

She says she’s ok, She’s lying.
She’s in so much pain, feels like she’s dying.
She paints a smile, but inside she’s crying.
Everyday gets harder, at least she trying.
Looking in from the outside people not aware,
She looks normal without a stick or chair.
It’s an invisible illness people don’t understand, rather judge than give a helping hand.
She is doing her best, it’s not all for show.
She’s my beautiful wife, the strongest woman I know.

Source: http://www.fibrotoday.com

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