On April 20, 2022, P.T. Wyant posted at ptwyant.com 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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