A SCAR IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE WORD IS MADE FLESH.

My Back showing my scar

Shelley's neck is twisted and tight,
gonna make it unbearable sleeping tonight.
The pills help a little, but not a great deal,
only dulls it a tad, the pain that I feel.
It comes and it goes and then stays for a while,
It's horrid, it's deep, it's raw and it's vile.
Why am I inflicted, why do I feel sore,
it's a knife in my back, this distress I abhor.
I wonder how life could end up so cruel,
my back is my weakness, no longer a tool.
I no longer stand proud, I no longer stand straight,
I wish and I hope that this pain will abate.
But as for now, I live with it still,
it's MY body, MY pain and so very real.

Written by Shelley Skinner 05/09/08