Wow. Amazingly on target.

From the Fog

hands

The frigid fingers of Fibro

Grasp at my shoulders

A procession of elephants

Marching on my mind

This body weak and fragile

The pain cascading down my body like a film

Gripping and grabbing as it drips

A calming shower

Only singes the skin

A calming breath

Only shatters in my lungs

My legs carry me for only so long

Before they fail me

The Fibro is yelling out

Fighting my unrelenting body and mind

It may be winning this battle

But it will not win this war

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