I feel sick. I don't know why;
The symptoms shadow the cause
And I sit here aching, in unexplained discomfort.
My back distresses: Feeling like someone's
Scraping at my spine with sharpened toothpick.
My feet tingle in stinging awakening
As pins and needles twist in patterned dance
Through my tortured heels and twitching toes.
I curl up tighter, smaller, shielding my body
But the pain is within and 'though not agonising –
Uncomfortable to say the very least.
I clutch my hurts to myself and contemplate them
With muddled, fractured mind.