In a daze

It’s only a phase

Like the moon it waxes and wanes

Can’t you help me escape?

This body and it’s infinite pains?

Shoot me a gaze

From amidst this haze

Locked in this glaze

Like pottery , I’ll break.

There’s been a mistake

Of the choices I make

I give and you take

I tremble and shake

Your grasp like a rake

Over the coals and I bake.

The heat of the flame

Does this pain have a name

Suffocating in the grasp of a snake

It’s anything but tame

And it’s such a damn shame

The hope is fake

My sanity at stake

Tears fall in a lake

Dreams smashed like wedding cake

For fucks sake

What a terrible fate

But remember…

It’s only a phase.

Like the moon it waxes and wanes.

Tomorrow you’ll feel ok.

~A

(This creative piece you just read stemmed from a bad night of pain. It’s chronic for me, but this specific pain only happens every so often, and while I was involuntarily crying from it while eating my dinner, it did give me inspiration, I can give thanks to my body for that.)