Months gone by, and I'm still on hold
Tired of limits, tired of pain's cold
I want to move, to live, to be
But my body's pace is slow to agree
Every step's a task, every task a chore
Rest is forced, but relief's ignored
I'm a shadow of my active self
Trapped in this frame, where movement's a test
I'm tired of waiting to be whole
To shed this pain and reclaim my soul
I want to be me, free and unbound
Without this constant ache, this weight I've found
I'd trade it all for a pain-free day
No complaints, just freedom's way
To run, to play, to live without thought
Of what's allowed, and what's not
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Author:
Nicole Pritchard (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am just feeling frustrated after messing up my elbow 6 months ago. How it is still causing me a lot of discomfort. Even after I’m doing all the right things to get better.
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Comments2
The difficulty of pain that we do not think about normally until it hits
I have endured physical pain recently and it effects every aspect of my life. Hope your pain lessens each day.
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