Fibro Days & Fiction Dreams

Sally Somerton - Island Writer

A fibro flare begins the day,

deep joy… hip hip hooray.

(We laugh, because truly, what else can we do?)

I waddle, yes, waddle, down to garden and vine,

chasing movement,

in hope of loosening this reluctant spine.

The air is kind, at least.

The earth is steady beneath me.

But my muscles protest regardless,

a chorus of no, not today.

Still… I try.

Because stopping entirely

feels far worse

than moving slowly on.

Back inside, the reality settles,

ache, fatigue, the familiar negotiation,

and yes…it’s time to take the darn pill.

And then, ah, the fog.

Rolling in, uninvited.

Softening edges,

stealing words mid-thought.

Editing?

Not a chance today.

The book remains closed,

waiting patiently for a clearer mind.

So I pivot, because this is what I do now.

I'm well familiar with that.

Social media it is.

A gentler kind of creation.

A quieter reaching out.

A post here,

a thought there,

a thread of connection

woven through the haze.

Because somewhere,

out there,

are readers I have not yet met.

And one day, perhaps,

they will find me.

Find these words.

Find these stories born

of both fire and fog.

And pause—

just long enough

to take an interested look.

Sally Somerton - Island Writer

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