Prisoner of Spasms

It happened in a moment,

relaxed, at ease,

then one wrong turn,

and snakes coiled

tight around my waist,

to take my spine prisoner.

**

Breathe stolen,

nerves electrified,

I step into a minefield,

one wrong move,

and the spasm

threats to shatter

my fragile composure.

**

Day into night,

night into day,

my twisted spine

locked in its cage.

a fleeting moment of relief

gone in an instant.

**

A test of my endurance

to hold onto normalcy,

until the snakes

finally retreat.

***

I haven't been very active on Vocal this week due to a lower back spasm. Watercolor has been easier to manage with this kind of pain, but today, the words flowed from me, carried by the pain itself.