My spine is twisted
And compacted
Into a fraction
Of what I used to be…
Posture constricted
And restricted
By the self-treachery
Determined
To dehumanize me.
And my vertebrae concave
Under the weight
Of societies outdated ideology
Of what I should be…
Contorting me
Into more
Of a creature
Than person…
More of an obscurity
Than a normality.
Pain polluted insurgency
Has transformed me
Into this indistinguishable being
Held captive
By my own suffering…
Bound to drown
In the torrent
Of my own bleeding.
**** This poem is my overly dramatic way of saying that chronic pain is a whore and can make you feel less than human.
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Tessa Glasgow
35. Stay at home mom. Dark Poetess
IG: @deadofnightpoetry
My debut poetry collection, “Wildfire From Hell: Poetry and Prose,” is now available on Amazon.
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I had no idea this was about chronic pain! What an interesting thing is poetry that it can be interpreted in so many ways. I pray that God heals you and brings you peace. :)