ah, ouch

ah, ouch,

you lost control of something out of your control again,

feeling things you thought you never would,

a pain that will forever be engrained in your cells until the oxygen no longer fuels them.

surrendering is an option;

you cling to the desperate hope of your constant manifestations,

that you once read in a self-help book,

they should rewire the way your body responds and a miracle will happen,

like the ones you heard in old timey tales, right?

you use temporary fixers to get by,

popping pills every two hours and sleeping the days away.

topping up your energy sparingly like the mobile phone of a traveller,

completely pushing aside the thought that one day this will not sustain you,

exactly when it is the most inconvenient.

you will have to either confront what is blatantly staring back at you or run for the high hills.