Teensy's Pitty Party Poem- if I were a prisoner in my own body
Tonight I lay awake
in pain
The muscle spasms have
overtaken
my body.
I pray as
an ice pak
is under the back of my neck
and one is
over my eyes.
A heating pack is
wrapped around
my back.
I praise God, yet
I am in so much pain.
The throbbing pain,
the tortured inflammation
of my body
is screaming
and keeping me
awake.
God, I trust
in you.
Jesus, how did YOU feel
with nails in you?
Nothing to soothe you,
but death.
Yet death is
not in my present.
For God
wants me here
at this very moment.
I know,
it's worth it,
yet please God,
take the edge off.
My head feels
like it weighs a ton.
It is somewhat soothed
by the frozen water
clenched
against my face.
Yet,
it melts.
