Why pain? Why me?
Stupid Old Questions Slapped My Face
It was a damn cold night.
When a creepily hurtful sensation emerged
Speeding down my spine,
As if to haunt my already overwhelmed nerves.
*
Three months of fighting physical pain
Felt like a war with an army of ghosts.
A definitive diagnoses so challenging to nail down,
Flooding disbelief and frustration over every body part.
*
That damn cold night,
As my exhausted body yearned for a much needed sound sleep,
A never experienced symptom invaded my spine,
And captured the tiny bit of calmness sheltering in my fragile soul.
*
Tears fell.
*
Anxiety exploded.
*
Why pain? Why me?
Stupid old questions slapped my face.
For a few seconds my life wasn't worth living,
As human pride gave in to the forever unanswerable why's.
*
I abruptly sat up in the bed,
Slowing the weird pain from gaining more ground.
My fatigue body ended up sleeping sitting on the couch,
Made possible by the merciful embrace of a travel pillow.
*
Now that the horrific episodes of my medical drama have passed,
The memory of physical pain sleeps like a volcano.
I wondered what will happen when it erupts,
Unleashing the hot lava that's temporarily settling below.
About the Creator
Stella Yan PhD
PhD in Physics. Residing in the US. Deeply engaged in the exploration of math, science, and personal introspection; truly amazed by the mysteries of the universe and the complexities of the human mind.
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I can relate to physical pain, and the emotional and physical struggles people face, I am handicapped myself. Nicely written and expresses what many of us feel.
Your poem captures the emotional and physical struggle.
Congrats on Top Story! 🎉, Well deserved and super proud!!!
The discomfort, the anxiety, the trauma are all written so clearly here.
Well written, congrats 🙏
Ahh! I feel for you!! I have my own health issues with my brain (seizures, bipolar) but that rarely results in physical pain. This was touching. I'm Bill. I've subscribed to you. ⚡💙⚡
Definitely was able to feel the pain you described! I hope all is well! Fantastic poem!
This is such a vivid and human depiction of pain. Hoping you get to move past this place soon ♥️
oh no, I hope it doesn't bubble back. Very good job on showing us the pain!
Feeling the pain!!!