Aching, churning
this stomach of mine keeps me tossing and turning
All I ask is for one night of blissful sleep
free from the stress, the anxiety I keep
During the day it has me writhing in pain
grasping for any sense of composure I can retain
A disruption in my daily life
I wonder what could be creating so much strife
Doctors don’t have answers, just more tests for me to take
Why can’t they find the cure for goodness sake?
And so I continue to toss and turn throughout the night
Holding onto the hope one day there will be light
Blogging is the New Black 