Memories of the past

This poem was written for anyone, including myself, who has a chronic pain condition. It can be challenging when your body is no longer the same and accepting that fact is difficult–especially when you feel that you are missing out on some aspects of life. The pandemic has not made this any easier. This is for all of us who suffer, sometimes in silence.

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When your feet or your hands no longer communicate with your brain–it feels like a connection has been lost.

When there’s an annoying ache ; a constant thump that lingers inside of your head –you only want to escape all the chaos.

When your food that you loved and their aromatic smells fail to excite your taste buds.

When your eyes which were once filled with so much hope and light only flicker when water builds up.

When you extend your hand out of reflex to touch–before you make contact, you are forced to retreat.

When on the outside, the world has moved on –you pay close attention to the little things that you miss.

Such as:

The smiling faces and engines revving.

The feel of the sun and the breeze on your skin.

The smell of the air and the sounds of the birds as they go back and forth between the trees .

You’re sadly reminded that you’re still stuck inside surrounded by closed windows and doors.

Yes, life has forced you to live within a body–the framework of what once felt like home.

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Thank you for reading!