I recently brought up the severe hip pain that I had been dealing with from the 26th of July until last Sunday. I’m still not 100% sure why it started or why it stopped, but I do know what it felt like. So, and this is the important part, I decided to make something useful out of the sensations:
Sèid Hip
It was a knotted roll of barbed wire
underneath a magnifying glass in the sun
and it protested near an ally
who knows how to cross wires
she screamed like skin,
as a whole,
being ripped into mosaic octagons
attacked with a two inch long needle
it paused, for a moment.
But vengeance can hold consciousness
and wait.
Not afraid of halting a broken system,
they push on, as the buildings begin to tremble.
Not only was this entertaining to write, it helped me engage my critical thinking in a different way but, it gave me power. I DEFINED my suffering, I came out on top and I celebrated my victory.
Do you have was that you define the parameters of the experiences you have little control over? How do you celebrate so that echoes of suffering don’t follow you into the future?
SickyBeat 