Everything hurts
Oh so vividly
I cannot grasp a part committed to my body that does not cry out in hurt.
I cannot put weight on my feet
For my bones feel shattered and unstable.
Yet I have to take the long way back. My mind would stop me from any other.
I cannot shift my head
For my shoulders would scream in the face of a new perspective.
Yet I have to look around to reassure that I am alone.
I cannot lay down
For my back yelps whenever I move it, as if the bones within would scrub against each other like sandpaper.
Yet I have to rest to at least ignore the stabs for a few minutes.
I cannot raise my hand in class
For my elbows would whine in the way an old steel enforcement crumbling apart would.
Yet I need to participate to secure my love for learning.
I cannot write down my words
For my wrist and fingers would rumble in anger to vocalise their agony.
Yet I have to create space for clear thoughts to appear.
I cannot chew my food
For my jaw would sound hollow in disarray when movements would move it all the same.
Yet I should consume nutrients to stay alive.
I cannot even sit down
For my hip would rearrange itself to the new surface.
Yet I need to rest once more when the tears turn into rivers.
I cannot live in the cage of my bones
When all it does is hold me in positions it does not even know itself to hold.
Yet there is no other plane of existence to accept my thoughts other than this cruel realm.
-BrynCL
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