Rise of The Warrior

A little insight into the first 10 mins of a fibromyalgia warriors morning..every morning ..

The day begins the same as ever....Pain and distortion,

Already tired...scratch that - Exhausted!!!

Before my eyelids flicker open , my mind begins its daily taunting

Not even have i curled a toe before it sends out pain to attack my core

Through the fog inside my brain i struggle to know if its night or day

Eyes so swollen from lack of rest , red and raw ,lids heavy already,

A night spent tossing in pain and despair with my brain shouting at me "you're useless you're lacking!" means for the long day ahead i'm nowhere near ready.

This state is not new, this fear , this distortion, this pain so severe,

It greets me each morning before my eyes even open.

Now bear this in mind ..as of yet i'm not moving...

Chapter Two of my story...."Introduction to Torture"

So the first thing to tackle is to simply turn over....easy peasy you say yet i can't lift the covers

I lie on my back like a mummy entombed...the pain shouting at me "CAN YOU FEEL ME?? I'M HERE"

So i begin to find out which limb is pain free

I can't move my head my neck it won't bend...my brain begs it to move but no commands does it send

I need two hands to move it but i can only lift one so i use it to join dead arm to good one

The pain of this action brings tears to my eyes...now i'm holding my head ,time to twist it two times

The pain is unreal but still its not over...my tears flowing freely now but i can't let it win

The aims to turn over and i'm not giving in!!!

With my teeth gritted firmly i grip the edge of my bed, it's time to roll over , to get out of this hell.

This movement is torture , feels like i'm breaking in half...the pain's ripping through me and it makes me cry out.

Hips tender and sore and too weary to use, means my hands grab my leg and make my knee move.

One last painfilled maneuver...pull my broken body up. Then i sit and get my breath back till the pain subsides enough to hold onto the headboard and attempt to just stand up.

I'm sobbing loudly now at this stage..feels like i'm trapped inside a cage

I am this monsters hostage , its plaything and its host..it sits inside me quietly pulling all my strings

Feeding on my pain and fear..growing from within.

The aim is to control me..to fight with me and win , but there's a hidden part inside us where Fibro can't in.

A fiery feisty Warrior resides there, undefeated as of yet. And as long as i've breath in me Fibro's win is no safe bet.

Getting up is just one battle of the many in each day but a Warrior counts her blessings and fights for better days.