
I am unable to inject a single bone into my body anymore.
206 is there, but it feels like 124.
The form and strength of the physicality escapes.
Thoughts are fluid, and so am I
Swimming in and out of what is
And what isn’t.
The pain has spread from the organ to bones and beyond
There is nothing but that pulsating point where the world has dissolved.
Nothing is helping, even in the place where solutions are found.
I try to find faith, and your hands
In the middle of this chaos.
What I find, surprises me. Not music, love, or patience.
But just a miniscule relief from the pain, and
Memory of an ice cream from yesterday.
~insight07
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