Hi everyone! Since I have written poems describing my chronic pain condition before, I decided to focus on the days when I don't have any pain this time. They don't happen very often, but when they do, they are beautiful. (Click on read more for the whole poem).
A
Good Day
By: Blog Admin
I open my eyes to greet the day and
freeze—
my head feels light
as cotton.
I
prod the side of my
face with a shaking hand.
Nothing—no
pain at all.
Something warm bubbles
inside of me, but I shove it
down, sitting up to watch
dust swirl and glitter
in the sunbeams streaming
through
the window.
Eyes narrowed, I edge
into
the sunlight, staring into it.
The beam blinds me.
My eyes water, but, for once, the light
does not send splinters of
pain through my skull. I grin.
Springing out of bed, I twirl
around, surprising myself when I start
singing
at the top of my lungs, the notes
swelling through the house.
I remember, my sister,
sleeping in the room next
to mine, and my mother, eating
Rice Krispies in the kitchen,
and raise my hand to my mouth, giggling.
Oops.
I stride to my closet, my body shaking
as
giggles give way to chortles.
Today would be a good day—
I could tell.
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