A selective mind
I haven't been outside in so long that the mind begins to trickle into this imagination I have expanded. This clear need to engulf myself just so I can eliminate all that is the heaviest of weights laying across my soul.
My very spirit is calm. Though the rest of me is very restless and agitated. The heights of needing to just get out and explode into nature is ruling way upon the scales. So much that my mind screams. Pulling these screens of watercolors and old photographs of 35 mm slides into the line of sight. The necessity to recall all that was yesterday, playing tricks inside the messy closed doors of my mind.
Indeed the water falls. It pours and even floods the organs with vibrant surges of lightning just to forget of the throbbing I have dealt with for almost a week. Submitting to the whims of gravel and pavement my ankle decided to be a downer to me.
Then to rage in bruises and agony the heavy boot I slashed through two more days of boxes and moving. The tendons and ligaments screamed in a harrowing manner. Dissecting my nerves from my brain. The thrashing of stifling screams and roaring tears I kept my head up high. Else no one would step in to help. I was the man power and I was the tortured.
Yet the tender moment when blood, sweat and tears grew to a new meaning I just laughed. The echoing disturbed some but I had to see the quirky side of the situation. I kept my mind on getting finished. When the beaming sun settled the soul was subjected to a view that would sicken many.
For me I just had to carry forward. Ice it and elevate it. Hope for the best.
Today the idea of walking is daunting. Even more so is the eight hours of work -- standing and walking on my ankle. Plus the irritating notion of those recommending I take pain medicine when in truth I am allergic to it. I go straight to sleep. Indeed a grand concept but keeping the ill gotten advice to yourself please and thank you.
Slowly I regain the sensitivity of those around me. Reminding myself not to show my anger nor annoyance of those who are ignorant of my health issues. So to just hope that simple is as simple does.
Keeping my head up, swallowing down the agony and looking forward to the time I can rest my ankle once more.
A road of progress I would say.
A selective mind put into play for sure.
My very spirit is calm. Though the rest of me is very restless and agitated. The heights of needing to just get out and explode into nature is ruling way upon the scales. So much that my mind screams. Pulling these screens of watercolors and old photographs of 35 mm slides into the line of sight. The necessity to recall all that was yesterday, playing tricks inside the messy closed doors of my mind.
Indeed the water falls. It pours and even floods the organs with vibrant surges of lightning just to forget of the throbbing I have dealt with for almost a week. Submitting to the whims of gravel and pavement my ankle decided to be a downer to me.
Then to rage in bruises and agony the heavy boot I slashed through two more days of boxes and moving. The tendons and ligaments screamed in a harrowing manner. Dissecting my nerves from my brain. The thrashing of stifling screams and roaring tears I kept my head up high. Else no one would step in to help. I was the man power and I was the tortured.
Yet the tender moment when blood, sweat and tears grew to a new meaning I just laughed. The echoing disturbed some but I had to see the quirky side of the situation. I kept my mind on getting finished. When the beaming sun settled the soul was subjected to a view that would sicken many.
For me I just had to carry forward. Ice it and elevate it. Hope for the best.
Today the idea of walking is daunting. Even more so is the eight hours of work -- standing and walking on my ankle. Plus the irritating notion of those recommending I take pain medicine when in truth I am allergic to it. I go straight to sleep. Indeed a grand concept but keeping the ill gotten advice to yourself please and thank you.
Slowly I regain the sensitivity of those around me. Reminding myself not to show my anger nor annoyance of those who are ignorant of my health issues. So to just hope that simple is as simple does.
Keeping my head up, swallowing down the agony and looking forward to the time I can rest my ankle once more.
A road of progress I would say.
A selective mind put into play for sure.
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