#hypermobility
Body, forgive my anger.
I know this illness is woven in your foundations.
I know you know no different.
This useless shell I have been gifted is only genetics.
You try your best,
I understand.
I try to.
You do only as you know how,
This pain is the only tool you have to break.
I know this.
Forgive my frustration.
My existence has been wrought with this suffering.
I cope the only way I know how.
I am not angry at you,
How could I be,
You have carried me like a mother.
Understand this loose host of elastic joints is just temporary,
This unholy soul is just unsettled.
Body, forgive my anger,
I know you don't know what else to do.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
i have never actually broken a bone.
the white in my eyes is accompanied by a hint of blue.
the scars on my skin have tiny freckles in them
and when i close my fist you can almost see through the back of my hand.
on a warm summer day i jumped into the pool and my shoulder jumped out of where she was supposed to be.
the next day my arm sparked a tattoo of a whole galaxy.
i could always touch my hands to the ground when standing.
my knees lock to keep me up but i have to make sure i am not going to faint because of that.
yoga figures come naturally to me and sitting on a chair doesn't.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:55 PM UTC