Fibromyalgia by skye08:

A Leaf in the Wind Each day passes since you left and still I know not what to do. I have a plan, a wish, a dream but I cannot root to form a growth. I float in the wind and unsure where I will land. I'm blown each day hither and yond not knowing where to land. If I land, where will I be and will it be in furtile soil. I'm lost, unsure, and afraid to land. What, oh, what to do? I hide behind these four walls where I have been for years. Afraid to leave, afraid to stay. I know not what to day. Sign in to see full entry.