Ouch That Hurts
Drifting dreamily
betwixt and between
just before waking
as dawn slowly breaks
a tranquil place
I love to be
stretching gently
my legs from sleep
when
suddenly
my peace is shattered
A morning ritual
begins to descend
unwelcome
unwanted
it truly is no friend
I scream out loud
excruciating pain
I cannot move
expletives abound
holding my breath
I struggle to turn
cramps unrelenting
whilst trying to stand
Parkinson’s exacerbates
my getting out of bed
and all the while
the pain
such pain
I never want
to sleep again
Standing now
I press down hard
to alleviate the pain
my calf now feeling
battered and bruised
this daily ritual is
truly wearing me down…
Written 13th June 2019
after yet another vicious attack of the cramps at 4.30 am…
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Sponsor Brian Strand
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Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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