Broken
A poem about living with chronic pain.
Shards of glass are everywhere,
dancing up and down my spine.
Movement makes it all worse,
but standing still is impossible.
Aching. Constant aching.
I feel so completely broken.
I am so beyond done.
I don’t want to do this anymore.
I can’t do this anymore.
I live with chronic back pain due to my scoliosis. Sometimes, it gets incredibly frustrating and disheartening. I’ve found that writing about it helps me process when things get a little too overwhelming. This poem was the result of an incredibly bad pain day.
