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.