I wrote this poem in the middle of my four-year struggle to walk without pain. As…

What will I do with satan’s thorn Lodged deep in weakest access point? No pill to…

How has the domain of darkness So disguised its self as light? There you sit as…

My greatest, and most overriding desire in all forms of trials I face, is no longer…

When I was off work this summer, experiencing a lot of pain with my fibromyalgia, I…

  I think I wrote this poem around the same time last year, when I was…