My Night.

In my bed.

Breathing,

Rise and fall,

Veins beat with pain.

In the darkness.

In my body,

like a song.

Stillness.

Hold my breath,

Pain pulsating, no!

Foreign.

My body,

is my own?

Pulsing pain beats.

Never ends,

Rise and fall.

~k.lynel

Spring + Winter = Springter

Let Me Rest

~

I must confess,

Today I am a mess…

and yesterday,

the day before too.

~

I can’t seem to remember. 

How to ‘perform,

Nor do I desire to.

Slumber left, no goodbye. 

~

I’m caught you see,

In Springter…

I cannot decide,

to fight or concede.

~

Void of fear and tear,

No laughter here.

Do I be still and hide?

Do I forage until I claim sight?

~

This is no game for me,

I am still but I do exist…

I fight to feel,

I perform and I appeal.

~

k.lynel

The Blood of the Norse

(For Susan. Because she told me I wrote a poem.)

 

 

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The Norseman

I write love poems for one man.

He has the Blood of the Norse running through his veins…

But today, no not today, will he get a poem.

For I too have the blood of the Norse and I am in warrior mode.

I find I am infuriated by his latest endeavor.

So we shall draw Ruins until the anger subsides,

And he will see his warrior wife was right.

My Norseman walked in requesting a parlay,

A bag of sweets for his sweet.

As a warrior woman, I respect the parlay,

Negotiations, the talk I tire of quickly.

Knowing if I disrespect the parlay I will develop a soul of unrest.

The negotiations finally come to an end.

And we go on to live many more days,

In the good graces of each other’s arms.

 

 

 

IMG_0250~Kim

Power Poem For Fibromyalgia Friday

It is May 12th, Fibromyalgia Awareness Day. And I have written my power poem to Fibromyalgia. It has taken time, expense, education, and endurance to be able to be able to now say; although I may have fibromyalgia it does not have me.

 

 

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Dear Fibromyalgia

 

IMG_0200~Kim