Chronic Pain

I push people away

In illness

Im to vulnerable

Naked

Stripped of my womany stride

I bend 60 degrees back to earth

I die forward

To chronic pain

I dance naked in Oceans

Digging sand between my toes

I am warrior one

Connected to God instantly

I move in grace

Percussion

Bare able across whale calls

Waves crashing into rock walls

Alone in my feelings

I control the wind

Wrapped in warm

Im covered

pain free

body be living in the now

Dropping off loose ends

self taught

wealth painted in stained glass

She's masked in righteous

Reciting poetic prose on her own heart

Plastered parchment paper on broken parts

How do I find inner peace in physical pain?

Do I lay in this wet grass

and let the dew drench my mane?

How do I not feel this spinal pinned plate?

Do I fight in the spirit

And lie there in wait?

Im tired of this pain in my neck hips and thighs

This shit hurts like five guys

Punching stomping just to hear me cry

I have not mastered this thing taught worldwide

yoga and breathing techniques I do try

In meditation I can literally hear my spine saying just die

Is it the art of knowing this pain will pass

Cocooning in silence

So others won't see my mask

Truthfully speaking Im frustrated and kinda mad

I know surgery was eminent

My bones were crushing hard

Surgeon said it may not work.

But only after they swiped my debit card.

Francine Pruitt-Beard (Naturaleepoetic)