They taunt me every time I get into bed
I hear a whisper now and then
A faint alarm whenever I bend
When they don't flare for a good long while
I jaunt around with a great big smile
And just when I think all is well
My back injury takes me to hell
Can't stand
Can't sit
Can't walk
Can't sit
Can't walk
Can't lie
Pain in my legs, pain in my arms
Pain setting off all my internal alarms
Making me gasp, making me cry
Making me gasp, making me cry
Making me curl up and ask why oh why
I didn't do anything crazy or mad
But my body is punishing me for being bad
I've kept moving every day all the time
Walking, daily yoga, doing just fine
And then one day, I get in the shower
Ordinary, daily, one with a smidge of power
Suddenly it hurts, it hurts so much
Can't even breathe, can't even touch
Laid up now for four days straight
Is this a twisted plan from fate?
Forcing me to sit still and cope
Waking each day with small hope
Eases off then comes back in waves
Hoping this time it doesn't last for days
Trying to keep busy, working on my book
Curled up in my squishy sofa nook
Hot water bottle, block of ice
Eating everything that tastes nice
Drinking lots of cups of tea
Regretting it every time I have to go pee
Rebooking all the appointments I made
Just waiting now for the agony to fade
Feeling bad for the kids locked in with me
When I'm barely able to cook their tea
Letting them have much more screen time
Telling myself that for now, it's fine
It won't be forever, soon I'll be able to move
Then I'll be back in my supermum groove
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop. Never miss out on future posts by following me.
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