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'Everything Aches' 
 
Oh my arms do ache as I write down this prose  
Most days it feels like the pain goes all the way to my toes 
Bring me back lazy days lying in the sun 
Or the age when being flexible meant so much more fun 
 
Living with aches and strains and all things stretchy 
Remembering a day without pain seems so sketchy 
From my head, to my ankles, hips and back in between 
They say it would help if I could be more 'lean' 
But extra movement above the essentials feels unfair 
It even kills me each morning just to blow dry my hair 
 
So please understand how hard it can be every day 
When all I want to do is stay in my bed and lay 
I know you may find it hard to understand 
That even the slightest pain in the knuckles, the hand 
Can be overbearing, and so unforgiving 
But still have to work, still make a living 
 
If only you knew how hard most days it becomes 
Just to text and email, how much it strains ones thumbs 
Childbirth may have been so much faster and slicker 
But ageing of the pelvis and hips comes much quicker 
My pelvic floor and backside have certainly seen better days 
My moaning and groaning you must hope is a faze 
 
Shoulders forever, feeling so strained 
My legs constantly looking blue veined 
Cramps in my arches, IBS in my tummy 
Hereditary illness, blame my flexible mummy 
Bunions will scream, Bulging discs take my power 
It even pains me just to stand in the shower 
Tired and sleepy I need to relax 
Even those days that I rest to the max 
 
So just bring me your patience, comfort, understanding 
Even when you hear my joints creak more than the landing 
You know it's me, 'crackling' just walking downstairs 
The lack of sleep again bringing nightmares 
Thank you for listening, for just being here 
Not having you close to comfort is my biggest fear 
 
I know I go on, my frustration and tears 
Must be hard work for so many years 
But knowing you're here to carry the weight of my head 
Even on the days it feels heavier than lead 
Gives me the strength to be strong, keep me moving 
Your love and support it just keeps on proving 
Thank you again for holding my hand and week wrist 
Even though my pain must never seem to cease to persist 
 
 
'Everything Aches' by Victoria Payne
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