Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

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.

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M. L. Kiser September 10, 2019 at 1:48 PM Only 85? C'mon, even fingers need an occasional break! Caren Krutsinger September 10, 2019 at 11:17 PM I am irritated because they use to type at 97 words a minute.

Panagiota Romios September 9, 2019 at 2:57 PM Aw Caren...those poor fingers. Panagiota Caren Krutsinger September 10, 2019 at 12:06 AM I do not feel a bit sorry for them. They only type about 85 words a minute. They are slowing down.