Arthritis

My body is decaying. Once beginning as a torn muscle, has now grown into my forever burden. Nerves are disturbed. Muscles are weakened. Bones are sore. Stabbing  pains travel up my spine down my legs through my core. Feelings of acid pouring on my wounds. Two tablets, four hours at a time disguises my pain. Heat, ice, rest, repeat. Tuesday comes, as does my miracle worker. Lay on bed, calming music plays, lights dim. Familiar hands push on my broken body. For days after, it seems to get better. Ha! This is just a lie. From my body to my head, "I am here always. Forever will I be a part of you." I don't understand. How can this be? I am only eighteen.