The sharp stab through the hip
the shimmers that blind me
that only I can see
a curse
the “burn”
each whispered word
whether done through the veil of morphine
or the sharp crisp 1048 dpi view
that a mere migraine gives
everything I do is laced with pain
it defines my going out
my coming in.
it defines my every move
Some deformed Alexander technique
that worsens every day
that makes me who I am
that moulds me.
I live with pain
And pain is mine.