She Once

She Once

She once was able to hustle and bustle all through the house,

like a grey mouse being chased by a hungry cat

She once was busier than the yellow and black bees, now she can no longer fly

She once saw through rose colored glasses, now it all is black

She once had chased all the colors of the rainbows, now she is blue

She once lived a truly peachy life, now her dreams are colorless

She once knew her life would be golden, now she only feels old and done in

She once spent her days in colors of red, yellow and orange, now she spends them in bed

She once loved all the colors of her life, now she dreads the long days

She once lost her spark to the darkness of Fibromyalgia, now she has let some light in

She once felt black and blue for herself, now she feels there might just be some hope

She once saw a bleak future after Fibromyalgia, now she sees there are some colors

She once thought her life would be special, now she knows she must search harder to see all the colors of the rainbow