Morning, My Nemesis

open one  eye
clock tells woeful tale
I overslept
again
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
trapped

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

10 comments

  1. What does the clock say? Bladder says it doesn’t matter, “UP! NOW!. Joints protest. Ankles threaten to go on strike, force a shuffle. The major argument against going back to bed is having to get up again. Coffee beckons, seduces.

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