Unlikely Love Affair
With a rough tug.
Pain transcends through my body,
Like an angry hurricane.
A black hideous mark.
A trace of recurring agony.
Left permanently to remind me.
Falling to the floor.
A thud to my sides.
A soft cry of hurt and laughter.
A swollen limb.
Marks the end of every day.
Sleeping on a pill eases the pain.
Dear sprained ankle.
I’m tired and it’s been long
Can we end this tug of war? I want to dance freely again.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Copyright © Herzel Poshiwa | Year Posted 2015
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