My right foot and I
are on the outs
Again
I keep telling it
what I want it to do
but sometimes it just sits there
unresponsive
It looks like my right foot
it feels like my right foot
but it’s as if it has forgotten
what it means to be foot
forgotten what it means
to coordinate with leg
My left foot is irritated
by the extra work
My left hand is suspicious
says my right foot must be an imposter
thinks we shouldn’t trust it
calls it faux foot
My right hand is quiet
Wise
under the circumstances
It is weak
Losing its grip
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
The right foot is symbolism for something, am I right?
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Actually it is quite literal– I have fibromyalgia which first presented itself neurologically. Writing has been an outlet for dealing with a body that sometimes feels foreign and unreliable.
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Wow. I honestly saw symbolism for quite a few things here. But to know it’s literal is somewhat interesting for poetry. Rarely is it literal. Some underlying mystery most of the time. I appreciate this. Brilliant.
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I always like to add layers of nuance but I usually write about what is going on in my life.
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And thank you! I am so glad you enjoyed it.
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My right foot is not, I’d say, an impostor, but rather a complaining malcontent (Bursitis, possibly trying to grow up to be Arthritis) about having to do its job.
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I do love the idea of a foot being a complaining malcontent but I am sorry that you are in pain.
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Thanks. It reminds me that in life there will be pain, but suffering is optional.
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An excellent thing to keep in mind
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray foots a poem
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Nice pun. . .
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