Oh you, Screw,
exiting from bone
seeking a new home
pushing through my skin
in increasing agonies of effort.
As we part ways, may I state
that while I appreciate you having held me together
during that stint of cold weather,
it’d be great if you stay in place until
the surgeon takes you away!
(This ankle pain rankles me).
(I only wish this one was figurative, rather than literal!)
I enjoy your work greatly!
Tell me about it!
Prayers for healing, and for the screw to be gone when Doc says it’s time-hopefully before another BC winter.
It was suppposed to be this fall/winter, but since it’s decided to leave on its own, the request for surgery immediately has been submitted.
Funny poem, but I hope it’s not from your experience. All the best.
Sadly, it is
I hated to click the like button, but it is an expressive poem, well done. My sincere sympathy!
Thank you, Liz
A humorous indictment of severe pain. You are really a great poet.
lol Thanks, Hakeem
I love it here 🙂 Thanks as always, Shawn. Feeling for you and your ankle!
Thank you, Susan. I’m looking forward to the day things return to normal!
Oh, how I WISH I’d listened to my husband that January day when he said I should stay inside!
Like changing lanes, hope all the wheels stay on for you…
Wheels would be really good right now.