It’s Called “Chronic Pain” for a Reason
Draw the curtains
make it dark, apply
a balm to your temples
around the back of your neck.
It smells of lavender, is
said to help with the pain.
Give me an ice pack, now heat.
Alternate. Close eyes. Count back from
100. Sleep. Try to sleep. In the Bible
one touch of Jesus’s robes
cured her of years of bleeding,
of pain. Draw the curtains.
Sleep. Try to sleep. The pain can
only keep you awake for so long.
Long enough. Give me some holy robes
to touch. White coats are not as holy
as you think. Answers are minimal —
suggest you relax more. There are some weeks
when you mean it when you say you’re fine.
There are some weeks when you almost believe
it won’t come back to this again:
Draw the curtains, make it dark.
Apply a balm. Sleep. Sleep.
Grace Moore is a writer from Washington. She writes fiction, creative nonfiction, and the occasional poem. She also writes articles on travel, mental health, writing, and books. Sometimes she’s funny, or at least that’s what her mom says. Follow her on Instagram @gracieawriter.