Yesterday, every injured step I took was painful
like I was walking on hot coals with my entire body broken into fleshy muscle, cracked bones and dangling limbs.
The old, blue carpeted stairs in my home offered no comfort,
I clutched the shaky wooden banister in order to move, very slowly, inch by inch.
I could not hide my pain to the three members of my family
and I told them I was in pain.
Perhaps they couldn’t see me or hear me through my gloomy, cloudy fog
for no one offered sympathy or support;
No one even acknowledged my pain or my cream-cheese face or lack of appetite.
My head pounded from the sound of relentless jackhammers inside me,
It was like I was throwing myself repeatedly against the same jagged edges of a mirror,
Cutting myself, dripping with bright red blood all over my pale fleshy body.
I told them I was in pain,
Yet no one seemed to hear me.
I feel like that sometimes too. Maybe it is just that we have so many bad days that we just look normal to our family. I’m so sorry you din’t get any sympathy when you really needed it.
mo
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I’m sorry Laurie you were in pain and it was unacknowledged by your family, I know how hurtful that is from personal experience.
Praying your day gets better.
Kathy
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thanks, sweetie, i do appreciate that.
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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