In Honor of My P.I.T.A

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?


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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