Fatigue

Oh, what a pain.But who can I find to hear me complain?My body is aching, my brain's in a fog.My muscles are weak and as stiff as a log.

Pains' shooting through me, its havoc to wreak.Too often I find that I growl when I speak.Fatigue & lethargy are plaguing me. Was there an escape door, I'd kill for the key.

People are indignant, they think I'm a bore.They can't understand that my whole body's sore.A cloak of exhaustion is covering me.But the mess is what others see.

Folks may think of me as lazy, unsociable, detached.Or they may think a hinge in my brain has unlatched.What others think is out of my hands.But personally: I don't think even the cat understands!

"You're looking so well" is what my friends say."How CAN you be ill when you're looking this way?With a positive attitude you'll feel just fine."Could they be saying it's all in my mind?

Speaking of mind, what can I say!Mine's NOT a good place for a brain to stay.Although information goes there to reside,When I try to retrieve it, it runs off to hide!

Speaking of hide, my keys do that well.And when I walk into a room,why I'm there - I can't tell!I miss birthdays, engagements - all to my shame.Even missed my appointment with doc what's-his-name.

What can I compare to a sleepless night.My muscles are tight.With eyes wide open, my thoughts explode into worst case scenario overload!

Old mister sandman is no help at all.He's just out of earshot whenever I call.At last sweet dreams swim in my head.That is 'til my bladder nags me from bed.

Again wide awake, I now think to pray.And I tell the Lord all about my day.I give myself up to His love and His care.And the hand I am dealt, I know I can bear.

I'll change what I can and accept, the rest.Each day I'll keep working to be at my best.And when all's said and done,at the end of the day, I know even with fatigue, I'll be okay.