Traveling through life with a chronic illness brings challenges unknown to the chronically healthy. Those born with conditions accepted their limitations long before the newly chronically ill. I have yet to find my equilibrium, but I vow to continue to try.
I travel daily with Fibromyalgia,
My symptoms bag not always full,
But when I exceed my mileage,
Overloaded bags tip the scale.
I’m rescheduling my life’s journey
To include the trails I like best,
And when faced with a difficult path,
I’ll slow, take a day at a time.
Choices are not easy to make,
Disappointment occasionally comes,
But I’d rather be traveling light
Than heavy-laden, unable to go.