A million thin, slimy worms,
sharp bladed centipedes
cut, drill themselves
into microscopic crevices
in her spine
creating amplified explosions
of mammoth tormenting
shrills, shivering her soul.
Morpheus responds to her prayers.
dreamy entrancing deity
whose invisible placid weapons
put excruciating monsters to sleep
while cloaking her with soothing fumes
converting nightmare to reverie
via its monotonous, steady
d r I p
d rr ii ppp
Thoughts glow bright, then dim,
intermittent flashes of light
interchange conformity and rage
at those who say they want to fly
while she must be content
to crawl like spastic robotic
metallic contraption on wheels,
or shuffle on fake limbs of steal.
She welcomes the god’s embrace,
warm, reassuring reminder
that move she has and will.
He paints her dreams of walking
as he slowly replaces agony,
with realigning bliss.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets. Happy Anniversary to them!!!)
(This poem was inspired by Jaime, who was born with Cerebral Palsy, expected to never walk but did, until recently. A few weeks ago she underwent a serious two day (about 10 hours each time) surgery to correct something in her spine that was causing excruciating pain. The surgery itself was shear torment but Jaime's love for life and movement (in every sense) led her to gladly accept the surgery. Therapy and recovery will take months. Jaime is certain she'll walk again.
Though some resist the use of drugs of any kind, she is grateful for the relief that medically administered morphine provided. She's been successfully weaned off of it.)