Morning, My Nemesis

open one  eye

clock tells woeful tale

I overslept


sit slowly so room doesn’t spin

drunk-stagger to dress

lean my back against wall

to keep balance

looking every inch as bad

as I feel

numbness becomes radiating pain

that takes my breath away

seems ironic

shouldn’t it hurt less

if I have lost sensation?

try not to drop anything on the floor

I no longer bend

sometimes the past catches me cold

leaves me stuck in the middle of the room



© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


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