On Pain & Sunflowers
PAIN. where is it coming from?
why is it happening?
when will it go away?
I’m tired of swallowing pills that don’t seem to work. I’m tired of contacting my doctor. I just want to sit under the sunflowers next to my parents’ old apartment, the first place I remember living, before the pain started. Before I knew the routine of visit doctor / get blood drawn / try new medication.
I remember going to my locker before going home
sick as other kids watched me, feeling their thoughts like thinking "She’s leaving again.” Feeling their thoughts like “she’s probably faking it.”
I remember trips to the nurse’s office,
a place to rest my aching legs, a place
to have a break from pretending I’m just
like the other kids, so full of energy.
These memories stay with me like I’m
supposed to do something with them.
The sunflowers are probably gone by now.
I wish I had a more insightful way to end this.