Lot

I’ll try to describe it, if I can.
One day’s experience, sunlight’s span.

I wake & push thru pain to PT.
By noon exhaustion has taken me.

Screaming at muscle groups, “Unclench Bitch!”
As the tension creeps in like an itch.

Then the tremors, the offending wag.
Tight rocking: unbelievable Nag.

Half painless & the other half hurt.
Pain plus embarrassing makes one curt.

As all things, the spasm leaves in time.
Ache & anxiety feeding rhyme.

I hide away home til night eats wake.
Each day, this is what my living takes.