Carry: A Helping Ton of Bricks

Something went awry
Musculoskeletal universe askance.
White pain flashes down left leg and back
Always, now.

Walking, an intense obstacle
Defined by massive weight
Suspended in thin air
At a dangerous sideways tilt
To avoid tingling.

Standing tall and upright
Like a man in his prime
Impossible.

Canes materialize.
Wheelchairs imagined
Coveted.
Pills able to tranquilize broken horses
Into sweet dreams
Line the table.

Soiled socks, wet towels,
Dirty dishes, cups and newspapers
Signs of life
Lay crumpled and limp
For me to pick up.

Baths to draw
Luggage to haul
Medical appointments.
44 and 45.
Can I carry you?

Carry

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