I am a Prisoner in my own Body*

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.