Found a Poem that fits us.

I was bored last night & started reading poetry. I found this poem that, although I believe it was written about love, seemed to fit how I feel about FMS.

Longing by Sara Teasdale

I am not sorry for my soul

That it must go unsatisfied,

For it can live 1000 times,

Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,

But oh, my body it must go

Back to a little drift of dust,

Without the joy it longed to know.

Oh the joy my body would know if it would just cut me a little slack!!