My Fingers are Screaming
My fingers are crying, begging me to stop.
Writer’s cramp! They scream, feeling crippled.
Don’t be such pussies! I say to them.
As nice to my body as I have ever been.
As forgiving to myself as I can be, which is non-forgiving,
I push them on, refusing to let them have a break.
It’s what I do. It’s my way. My fingers feel tingly, but they go on.
Knowing it is what they have to live with if they want to live.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019