Steps become struggles as joints creak
Passing messages of strain, bones grinding against each other
Simple sweet smells of bread become nausea
As they destroy the villages of villi in your intestines.

You wake in the morning to a rustle
Something stirs beside your bed and awakes you from your quiet slumber
A shadow scuttles across the floor
Soon disappearing into the world of walls surrounding you.

Outside wave the trees, branches fly by
Tumultuous winds take umbrellas hostage
No man be safe from this morning's war as you step outside with your coat and bag
Waging for battle you know you cannot win.

Trains come, strangers shove you as you squeeze by
Attempting to find a seat to rest these already aching bones
Stand straight, more cracks, sharp pains shoot through you
Until arriving for the next battle against nature's army.

You reach the savior, the messenger of salvation
Swimming in the white cup resting along your fingers
But nature win again, whisking the warmth away
Demanding the liquid spill on your hands as you fight the demon's war.

At last you've arrived, remains of the journey on your coat
Sit down on the couch, sinking into its warm hands
Succumbing to the embrace, only knowing
That soon your battle will be fought once more not long from now.

Happy Wednesday.