Let Me Go Osteoarthritis
Many days I am as frisky as dandelions of the diaspora
With mine liberated wings in the pristine skies I fly… fly…
Other days it is unbearable to sit up right
And must have a soft cushion to hold me safe; I cry… cry…
Most of the days I am able to jump the rainbow’s height
My resilient soul takes me high… high…
Some days taking a foot forward is like Everest on my back
A helping hand I must hold; I am so very shy… shy…
Yesterday I ran the speed of the fiery gusts
My frame promising a flight to heaven; so very nigh… nigh…
Today my hands fail to secure my shoe laces
The only painless movement in me, my gaze; but Why… why?
Copyright © Rohini Balram | Year Posted 2017
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