The kind of ache that stabs with each step down.
I take a pill and move on.
It's just pain.
I know pain, we've lay alone together at night. Pressed tight to each other as if lovers.
I take stock of my body. Each flex of a toe, flick of a finger, the bend in my arm, the soft curve of my lower back. All mine.
I'm sculpting a new me, step by arduous step. Reclaiming something lost long ago.
Connecting body back to mind and spirit is a delicate operation.
There are days my mind sabotages the rest, sneaky little doubts worming inside to wreck havoc on new found peace.
Days where the future seems far off and looming
today is just another day where my knees ache.
Getting old is a bitch!
knees huh? you're back in the school! muay thai? or taekwondo?
take the boy
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.