A
tightening stirs
Immobilizing
in pain
The
joints frozen—stained
In
locations as they were
Before
the adjustment came
Constraining
incurred
Emblazoned
by a whisper
Documented
lines
Harboring
the fugitive
Corruptions
we all possess
Temptation’s
window
Opens
wider then the jamb
Allows
the entrance
Of
paralysis, trapping
The
frozen center alone
A
broken word is
Never
different than a lie
Except,
a promise
Never
can atone aptly
For
the distrusting seed sown
Upon
barren soil
Ironically
weeds find light,
Thriving
distractions
To
the arthritis within
Where
locked you stay, motionless
The
spine’s rigid grip
Sinning
perpetually,
Protracting
rarely
Encompassing
all things known
Blanketing
your surroundings
In
a coal scented
Terror,
alone you can feel
Others
may suggest,
But
they feign recollection
Betraying
their ignorance
By
indicating such
Knowledge
acquired, lies breed
Like
the primal flame
Searing
a dishonesty
Into
this facade flesh wears
Dreams
of future live
Not
in imagination
But
through naïve eyes
For
a soul untainted, is
Unquestionably
joyful
Hope
resides in thought
Connected
to times before
When
truth was enough
And
faith, never burdensome,
But
intrinsically sought for
Views
of paradise
Can
shift spatial boundaries
When
grace is allowed
Entrance
to your garden path—
Bestowing
bounty in bliss
He
who is hindered
May
find himself limited
The
ability
Of
harnessing acceptance—
A
concentrated skillset
Flexibility
Suffers
in disabled hands
Showcasing
angles
Too
obscure to contemplate,
The
many depths fathomed in
Herniated
storms
Infect
cervical tracts, past,
Physical
torment—
And
can alter confidence
To
obfuscating borders
Misalignment
greets
Thoracic
mornings early
With
destructive grins,
Screaming,
writhing, begging for
A
semblance of relief
Lumbar’s
distressed touch
Violates
the cord caressed,
Suppresses
motion,
Inhibiting
direction—
Fluidity
begs for release
Chiropractic
dreams,
A
return to freedom’s past—
Before
the dirge struck,
Therein
restricting all thought—
An
addiction to those hurt
Manipulation
Freeing
compression’s coiling
Alleviating
The
constrictive malady
Of
nerves compacted by spine
Impairments
Teach
effects of pain
some really wicked lines in this....some of my favs...Dreams of future live
ReplyDeleteNot in imagination
But through naïve eyes
For a soul untainted, is
Unquestionably joyful....ha there is some interesting wisdom in that...and i feel you on the experience others want to share at times....and how it rings...
Uggg this one surely hits home as Pat was fecked up and unable to roam, getting there now though. I couldn't use getting on my nerves, as they were shot already haha sucks when your sayings don't work.
ReplyDeleteThe pain is palpable as you sculpt a very human figure, beautiful and terrible. A work of art out of the deepest torture.
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