This week has been a particularly trying week. The pain clinic is failing me miserably. That’s for another post. Over the years I’ve written a lot of prose and poetry, fiction and nonfiction, to get me through the hard times. I don’t know when I wrote them, or what I was feeling at the time I wrote it, but I put in on the computer in 2006 while I was in corps training for Correctional Officer. The pain was terrible then, but I was young and fit and I could stave it off most of the time. Here’s something from that time.
Sand In My Eyes
It is so cold this morning
Do I really want to deal with the day?
I think I’ll hit rewind
Feel like I’m moving through water
So cold, too
It feels like I have sand in my eyes
Burning, tears streaming down my face
Can’t see what’s ahead of me
Stumbling around lost
Must be an escape somewhere
I just can’t seem to find it
I keep running headlong into everything
Aimlessly solving life’s little puzzles
Hitting dead end after dead end
Am I that bad at this?
Or does someone keep moving the way out?
– Darcy McCurdy