I'm not stuck to my seat all day
cramming too much
irrelevant crap
into my collapsing cranium.
I'm okay.
my scapula does not hurt
from bearing
over my humerus
weights of fear and unprecedented woes.
There's a noose
around my neck
too close for comfort
too close for comfort
and my body hangs by a single thread.
And yet,
my knees are still intact
my vertebrae straight as I stand
and my ribs aren't broken
although my lungs burn
bit by bit, with every passing second.
Still, I'm okay.
Because really,
I could be
feeling
a lot worse.
a lot worse.
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