Morning, My Nemesis

Christine Ray – The day begins, body in rebellion

Brave & Reckless

open one  eye
clock tells woeful tale
I overslept
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

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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