So many delicious lines in this wafting poem—I look forward to what others have to say. Thank you for this. Hopefully pain is not the motivating factor to float away on the buzz…🤍🤍🤍
reading it over and absorbing every word. It flows so smoothly.. your words are so beautifully descriptive..I can feel the emotions as try to explain it into print .
This is beautiful.. thank you for sharing. 🌹💕😊👍🥰☀️🌷💐
Thank you for this Nick. You’ve reminded me that I need to recognize and be able to be present in those moments when the pain lets up and enjoy them while I have them
You have described fibro perfectly! Every day I awake, not opening my eyes just yet, hoping that today will be that one good day, that day when getting up doesn't take me twenty minutes or longer, that day when my mind is clear and I look forward to folding my laundry without consequences, that day that used to be every day. Five minutes later I'm still in bed, eyes open and the pain visiting every sensitive spot in my tired body just in case I forgot where the thousand of them are. Today is not going to be that one day. Maybe tomorrow...
🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 no words.
So many delicious lines in this wafting poem—I look forward to what others have to say. Thank you for this. Hopefully pain is not the motivating factor to float away on the buzz…🤍🤍🤍
Thank you Valerie—and no, this one is one of gentleness and relaxation 🫶🏼
I love this Nick! I want to take my time ,
reading it over and absorbing every word. It flows so smoothly.. your words are so beautifully descriptive..I can feel the emotions as try to explain it into print .
This is beautiful.. thank you for sharing. 🌹💕😊👍🥰☀️🌷💐
Enjoyed your poem Nick because it is so relatable right now as the song of the cicadas here is quite loud at times, and the humming hypnotic.
What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing ❤️
Love it!!!
Thank you for this Nick. You’ve reminded me that I need to recognize and be able to be present in those moments when the pain lets up and enjoy them while I have them
You have described fibro perfectly! Every day I awake, not opening my eyes just yet, hoping that today will be that one good day, that day when getting up doesn't take me twenty minutes or longer, that day when my mind is clear and I look forward to folding my laundry without consequences, that day that used to be every day. Five minutes later I'm still in bed, eyes open and the pain visiting every sensitive spot in my tired body just in case I forgot where the thousand of them are. Today is not going to be that one day. Maybe tomorrow...