Feet throbbing
Knives cutting through
Weight born increases the sensations.
Head feels light
With thick veil
Unsure of thoughts.
Icepicks in fingers
Wrists throbbing
Arms as heavy as lead.
Unable to be steady
Must use walls to support
Every once of strength used
To move each leg forward when must.
The deep ache in the chest
As if it pierces completely through
The back with its own dull ache
The feeling of nausea that is sure to come.
The frustration
Being faced with the reality
The true impact of this hidden condition
Forever which will be present.
To hope that somehow
One day in the future
There will be some reprieve
A wish that you fear to dream.
To be so unsteady
To remember the past
Once running….climbing….weights lifted
There will be some recall
We must hold that close
Take deep breath
Provide patience to mind and body
Know that we are now in
The ultimate struggle
And know….not alone!
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Definitely not alone, huge hugs.