About ME
From the perspective of a particularly bad day, as a sufferer of ME/CFS
Each day is a struggle.
Each day resets.
A river of blood, sweat, and tears
just to get out of bed.
My joints are on fire,
the ones not made of lead.
Pain somehow penetrates
the fog in my head.
Weary beyond measure,
even after deep sleep.
The struggle is worth it,
Although I weep.
So each day, I do it.
Each day, I stand.
Triumphant.