Pain, The Measure

How can it be,

that walking hurts?

that in the bones,

a grab,

a slip,

a tear,

and each step becomes,

more than just a step,

a negotiation,

a compromise,

an alternative,

and as the body sinks,

onto a bed or couch,

the final admission

of this new reality:

this is my life now,


pain when walking,

sometimes not,

but mostly,

and what will the coping

look like?

Will pain become the measure

of all events?

Or will it simply become,

the constant rhythm 

of all that is yet to come?




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