My Life With Fibromyalgia

The Light

In my darkened room I sit, contemplating my relationship with the light.

There is beauty under the sun's glow,

A world that glows and grows, shimmers and sparkles beneath it's rays.

And I want to see that; to enjoy it's warm embrace.

But with light comes pain.

There is nothing quite like the pain of sunshine after rain.

The unseen knives that stab so deep,

Bringing tears to coat your cheeks.

There is beauty to behold, but the pain overwhelms appreciation.

Because with the light comes pain.

I hurry about my business, shielding my eyes.

Hiding from the light,

Dark glasses, a hat; not a fashion choice, but a necessity.

But I can only hide so much, before the light finds me.

Because the light is relentless in bringing pain.

Sun light, store lights; nowhere is free from it's pain.

No place to hide, to rest my eyes,

Because who can hide from an elemental force of nature.

And so I suffer, day by day; the light, and the pain it brings, constant companions.

Because the light is nature, and nature is pain.