Paula’s Prompts: Wednesday Words

On April 20, 2022, P.T. Wyant posted at a Wednesday Words prompt. It involved sore feet, a fall, and a massage.

This poem was the result…

Another tumble down the stairs

Where did my balance go?

Leaving me bruised and bleeding 

Sore feet sticking out of an ungainly pile

It wasn’t like they weren’t already sore

Now lost among the other bruises and cuts.

I pick myself up, massaging my ankles and legs

Dreading the inevitable swelling that will appear

Cursing my lack of self control

A control that keeps sleeping through my fingers

Leaving me teetering in my own body

Control of limbs, legs, and torso is a constant battle

A battle that becoming harder to win

I never appreciate walking, the miracle it truly is

Until I lose balance, wonder what’s keeping me upright

In the moment when the something slides away. 

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