I Wish to Help

Poem

Beaten
I wish to use
as explanation
At least I know
Why

Invisible bruises
Pain throbs
every movement
as if middle spine
broke

Canvas lies
waiting
wanting
My fingers
My purest touch

Mama cleans
house inside out
Her fingers
fitter than mine
flying like dragonflies
Calloused
but deep rooted
My lungs
bellow for help
within
so I can
help her

But

Nothing

Imageries of doctors
tests and tubes
smell of hospital sanity
screamed insanity
Nothing was wrong
Nothing was right either
Battlefield, not
a refuge

Shoulders bend backwards
shoots hammer through
upper back
down to bladder
Green phlegm
throws in arrows
cough claps, conquers

Gratitude swells
at Mama’s non expectations
Auntie’s too

Canvas is still
empty as I
believe

I am fighting
another
Fibro Attack
Or is it
Something else?

Author’s note: Fibro is Fibromyalgia

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photograph by Christopher Campbell

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