Crooked Spine

Crooked Spine

What does it mean when

One has a crooked spine

Besides feeling a decline

On my emotional insight

It’s a painful experience 

Seen too late to be halted 

The back endures a restraint

Hips thrust to the side in question

The muscles are unbalanced

One curved and one stern

In a puberty phase one-shouldered

 I carried all the weight

Of a grey and pink backpack

Was feeling cool for minutes worth 

The fear of no return and

an impotence of feeling 

I can’t manage my health

What does it mean when

One has a crooked spine

                    Besides feeling that

straight poise is not a choice

The nerves of my hips

Don’t yet rest from the pain

All caused by bones that bent

I can’t seem to comprehend

How this will fix itself

If faith is hidden in a drawer patient 

waiting to be worn at last

I feel bruises on my skin

Imaginary purpled

Where my thumbs have

tried to soothe the muscle

Are there truly miracles

God, please mend my body

This ghost of who I am

One day my spine

Will be straight and

I will cry sweet joy

In tears of solace