Morning’s Sorrows

I wake up crying and filled with despair

Tears rolling upon my pillow as I lie in my agonising pain

I have got to make my own deadweight body move, which is totally unfair

As I am needing my pain to stop, I need my medication again

With my silent cry getting louder in my own head, every single second

My old joints are sore, grinding against pure bone on bone

Then there is my back pain; my spine hurts; it behold

My pain and my limbs are heavy and crunchy like stone

I need my medication which is kept downstairs. I have to grit my teeth together

Like every morning, I have got to physically pull myself together and be brave

To guide my weighted legs on towards the ground, I wish they were like a feather

I would like a body that I could control and always exactly behave

Eventually, I am downstairs with a glass of juice and my medication

As wishing for the medicine to work, as they’re slowly getting into my body’s system

I think I will get some relief in my daily routine of calming meditation

Breathing slowly in and out, trying to control my body’s spasm