The Battle of Chronic Fatigue
We are a small army
Laboring up another steep hill,
Struggling with the doubting Thomas's
That turn a deaf ear to our plea.
Geared in invisible combat attire,
We face the family and friends
Who try to understand our problems,
Failing to see past our alien illness.
Wounded in the never ending war,
Our battle scars run deep.
We are weary, discouraged soldiers
Limping towards the next skirmish.
Can people not see who we are?
That we are not defined by our illness?
No one seems to understand that
Every day is another battle.
As my heart reaches out to yours,
Please join your hand with mine.
We will stand together
Until the answers are found.
We will march forward
With courage and conviction,
Using our shield of faith to protect us
Against the darts of the uninformed.
Joy L. Hale
Copyright May 2011
All Rights Reserved
Amor
Love ya!
Jane
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :)
In Christs Love
Michelle~
I AM READING AND TOTALLY UNDERSTANDING. BEAUTIFUL WRITE, ANNA
~Z.B.McClure
Peace
Tony
Thank you for sharing. Dick
Blessings,
Anna
down life's avenue...conversing all the way, as forever
friends do...imaging a life with out pain and strife, that
you so richly deserve.
Lady Vivian
I'm so sorry you suffer, and it must be terribly difficult, but you also offer the sweetness of connection and perspective with your words.
Blessings,
Christine
with all of us, a serious illness
many don't understand and probably underestimate
or indeed dismiss and ignore.
Thank you and may be you be strong and well.
John
Regis